A few weeks ago I was sitting on my front porch on a Monday evening and heard the toe-tapping strains of "Sweet Georgia Brown" drifting down the avenue. To my delight, I discovered that there's a regular Gypsy Jazz jam session every Monday night at the cafe just across the street from me.
It's absolutely delightful and I've managed to return almost every week to listen to them.
Last week and this week, I brought my guitar along and tried to play. I'm horrible compared to the other folks, but they're nice and friendly, and tonight they invited me out for beer afterwards.