Trash disco

Curt called me as I was driving home from church/study group around 4:00 - he insisted that I join him for trash disco at the Mining Company .. I acquiesced. I was in a foul mood, and instead of napping (which I wanted to do) I cleaned up my apartment. He came by about 7:20, and we dashed over to the Mine, which has not functionally changed since the very early 1980s when I moved here.

Back in "the day," a DJ named John Sims used to work at the Mine, which always had outstanding music. Now, he only works Sunday nights from six to ten, and it's just like time travel. Most of the crowd is older (meaning, we were all there back in "the day.") The vodka is $1.50, and the music ROCKS. We were only there until 9:30, but what a wonderful lift. Song after song comes crashing over you, like surf upon the shore, and you remember how wonderful that time was in life.

I'm planning my 50th birthday party already. I don't know just where I'm going to hold it, but I'm going to do a Frank Sinatra type show with Guy and an orchestra, and then have John Sims spin records for a few hours.

Have a TON of stuff to accomplish tomorrow, both with client taxes and with Fabulair. Have to bring in some money, too.

Time for sleep, if my upstairs neighbor stops quarrying rock.