Before my mom and I decided to hit the town Saturday night, we had a plan: Poor Richard’s Pub for some local alternative, get your blood pumping kind of music, then the Ivy Lounge on Main Street to get our dance on, and top off with The House of Blues jazz festival and desserts. But, despite our best intentions, we didn’t make the first two and ended up chilling at the House of Blues, listening to Ray J. Willie and his band sing and play the blues until the place closed. Saturday night reminded me of how much I adore live music. It heals the soul.
Below is the view of my mom in front of a small fraction of the Dallas Skyline around 1 AM on Sunday morning. Pic quality = sub par
I recognize that skyline!! And I remember going to House of Blues while I was in Dallas. I imagine your night was fabulous. And in a side note, yesterday while discussing the subject of stage 5 clingers and stalkers I was able to bring up the story of Clint. Great memories my friend!