Lori arrived last night. The Downeaster was late, of course.
We went to a local pub for dinner and some live music. Neither panned out. The waitress served us drinks and saw us looking at menus but when we finally caught her to place an order - "The kitchen is closed".
DOH!
Then the live music started - a singer-songwriter night. The crowd was noisy, the acoustics awful so performers fought a losing battle. The shocker? The organizer who quieted the crowd for his own songs, yacked away at the bar in front of the performers who followed. Incredibly rude.
We picked up take-out Chinese and went home.
So Mom and Dad, your baby is safe, not hungry and had a good night's sleep. Today we are off to Portsmouth to wander around the shops and then the shanty crowd at the Press Room.
Mike's new CD is playing. Very nice. And a lyric sheet - thank you! My favorite song - "All My Troubles Go By". Very pretty.
Seamus didn't get to the beach - we slept. Guilt trips all around.
SINS