HOW OLD ARE YOU?

This may very well be the best day of my life.

So, I have written about one of my new open mic buddies, Jack Frisby, in previous blogs. He's this super cute young guy, who writes wry, funny, poignant songs, one of which is about a friend of his who asked Jack to critique a song, to which Jack's chorus reply is: "It Sucks." You KNOW I love that shit! Anyway, I seem to run into him all over Nashville, and he's the guy who gave me the courage to sing my profanity song, "Please Go," and he's sweet. HOWEVER, tonight, I stopped in a place I haven't been to yet, just to check out the open mic and see if I want to play there. I do, and I will, on Wednesday this week. I was drinking a glass of wine, and I saw Jack. He came over and said, "You can drink? How old are you?" At first, I didn't understand the question, because it sounded like he was inquiring if I was of LEGAL DRINKING AGE....

He was. I know! How cool is that?

He thought I was 20! I'm not kidding, and he wasn't trying to butter me up in any way or hit on me. I am just seriously that youthful! Or childlike. Either way, it's a compliment.

Jack actually IS 20, and I informed him that I am plenty old enough to have given birth to him. Which is true. Sad, but true.

Anyway, that is the story of the greatest day of my life.

Don't hate.