Belly bombed

I can NOT make my life up.
We were asked to be part of First Friday. So we set up on the street to sing because it is a cacophony ( ok love that word it totally describes my life) of sound and color.
As many of you all know my band is called Pretty Girls Sing Soprano and we sing bluegrass, and folk and lots of fun songs. We are on Facebook ok shameless plug but I digress
We started setting up and Ingrid. whined said she forgot her hair clips. Since I can't lift anything I said I would run across the street to get some at CVS. When I got back I handed her a shower cap and told her that they had no hair clips and she had to wear that. This started the hysteria.
Jos is from Holland. He runs Constellation Gallery. That is where we sang. He has a mic and mic stand from oh the early 60s that he brings out each time we play and connects it to an ancient speaker that he drags down to the sidewalk as this plaza is a bit set in.

The process of "plugging us in" makes Ingrid nuts. It make Shelly and I hysterical. Yesterday it was in the wind and it sounded like a sonogram the whole time we were singing. At one point the wind grabs the mic and spins it around.
In front of us to the left a young woman sets up a keyboard and a mic stand. She comes up looking for a power outlet. We look at each other and think seriously?
She sang. Oh she sang. I admire her oh I don't know, ability to hold a note, loud, long and without a specific pitch for sometime. Someone chased her around the corner.
Meanwhile the sidewalks are full of people laughing, singing, and art. Lots of art. We were singing a bluegrass song when a person carrying a tuba and his friend with the trombone walked by. Playing.
About 45 minutes into our 2 hour gig. 7 belly dancers walked up to us looked at me and said. We are going to dance with you tonight.
Ok now the times I have been speechless in my life.....well I can count on my right hand ( that is just sprained by the way. Only milk able for about a week on the sympathy scale with my friends)
I could not speak.
We all looked at each other and sang The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down" they danced. Oh They twirled and they clang clanged their cymbal thingys and they gyrated. OMG they wiggled and jiggled and moved their bodies in time to that song. Did I mention that only one to four of them danced at a time the others just gyrated behind them. I was open mouthed with shock.
They danced to everything we sang. A challenge they met with aplomb. (I have waited for years to use that word)
I will say that when we sang Hallelujah it was very cool.
After, we went to a restaurant where we had a waiter who had us for his very first night ever of waitering.
I could never be a waitress. I would dump food all over people. Mostly on purpose. I felt bad for this guy.

I have to leave for a gig and Ingrid is on her way.
So I have to cut this short.
I can't make up my life and I could not be more thankful for friends in my life that care and send healing thoughts. Turns out my wrist is just sprained. So irritating but thank God.

Thank you for your wishes and healing thoughts. How wonderful is this family called blip. So there is more but will sprinkle it in later! On my way to the farmers market in fleece as it is freezing!
And yes I was wearing a yellow CARDIGAN Alex and, I rocked it. (I look like a tank in it. I am so amazed that a size 6 person can look so huge.). It was cold and my dress was short ( yup rocked that too)
So until tonight..... Good morning and Sweetest of dreams to you all down under....