Monday

For dinner, I cooked a ridiculous stir-fry amalgam of vegetables and seasonings, slapped it on some bread, and had me a sandwich.  It was swell.

Later, went to open-mic night at Mason's.  It went really well, like the previous week, only this time I did a couple of originals, and was awarded an additional tune.  I feel like I'm starting to work my way into a scene; the other folks that play and run the open-mic are overwhelmingly supportive and receptive and talented themselves, and I hope to play with them more, and learn a little.

After the pub started to close, me and a couple of other guitar players went outside in an archway under the wall with about 30 other people, and had an out of control sing-along 'til 2 am-ish.  Not unlike a creeker, only instead of being surrounded by trees and dirt and fire, the backdrop was a 400-year-old wall.  AWESOME.