Amazingly enough, the birthday girl seemed concerned that I had been imposed upon to come out at 9:30 at night and sit under the stars by a lake playing music. I guess she didn't know that this was the closest I've ever come to my lifetime dream. (Which, by the way, is to airlift a piano into a grassy field miles away from civilization, on a warm summer night, and play piano under the stars. It's going to happen one of these days, folks, and you'll all be invited).
I was originally planning to go to a new tango class tonight. But I don't care. Today was awesome.
*Playing with TV's at work all day: not necessarily as fun as it sounds