never decline an invite

Got a last minute call from my good friend Rebecca - to go out and about, for a night of possible laughs - and to try something newish. Wasn't much disappointed.

This was a paid, special event, but I get bored easily.  So I wandered instead, the event hallway where I found Ingeborg Angeli, waiting anxiously for her own presentation of her husband's latest designer art.

This was not the town I grew up in.  So luckily, I found the bar, ordered some 'menued' food - and instead, just listened to Erol Ozseyer's, happily played, classical guitar.