hollofox, that's a hoot... at least I was warm yesterday. The snow stopped in the morning and melted.

I guess it's the let-down after great expectations. My great expectation was that I was going to sing a solo gig in the dining restaurant of the new Montana Ale Works, (see the song list thread) but the owner was just too harried by all the rush to get the place open by Friday, so we never worked it out. Two last minute requests then came up... Thursday night, I was asked to sing at the county rest home for the old folks there, which I was delighted to do, since I knew they would appreciate it. Then, I got a call Friday morning from my friend with the foliage business reminding me that I was supposed to be pruning and doing maintenance on the plants in three office buildings that day... ooops cancel the county rest home singing... and by the way, when you get back from doing plant care, can you print out the lyrics for Irish songs for people to singalong tonight?

My final refuge was the St. Patrick Mudcat Tavern. (Yay Andrés.)

alice