My friends managed to get me up off the couch to go see a live local cover band at a nearby bar on a total whim, and I’m glad I dragged my ass up and out the door. I had a blast. I have to think we were the youngest people there – or at least I hope so – because everyone seemed so old. Old, drunk, and crazy! The crazy made it fun, though. What is life without old crazy people and fun music?
