Went to a superbowl party the other day. Hung out with some friends who I haven't seen in a long time; lovely people I'd like to see a lot more often. Actually watched some of, and enjoyed the superbowl (hell of a game this year).
But what I most enjoyed was hanging out with, and talking with folks I hadn't seen in a long time. There was one woman I'd only met once before, at a bad time. Well, she's through that bad time, and everything is better for her. She looked better, she felt better, she was better. It was lovely to see, and to feel.
All these folks are musicians, many of them former professionals. So, I brought my purple clarinet. Now, I was pretty sure that we wouldn't be playing - this was a superbowl party, after all. But I decided that I wanted to bring the clarinet anyway, and at one point, I went into the kitchen and just played and played. Everyone else was in the other room watching the game, and I was just tootin' away.
It was a warm, lovely time.