celebrating...

We went out last night to celebrate the birthdays of two of our friends who were born in the same week. Had a lovely time. The food was okay, but the pub/restaurant had a Jazz Duo playing for most of the night. They were bad. The singer, a man in his forties dressed from head to toe in black with an silver earing as accent, clearly thought he was cool. He sat half on a stool clicking his fingers to the beat. I kept waiting for him to say 'great'. I guess it would be hard to go through life as a singer in a Jazz Duo thinking you were a crap singer. I was a bit unsure where the Jazz came into it because their repertoire consisted mainly of covers of standard pop ballads. However, during one of his toilet breaks, a friend of his took over the singing duties, and he really could sing. Unfortunately, he only sang a couple of songs. The disappointment in the room was palpable when he left the stage. I felt a bit sorry for the other fella, and tried to be more charitable by gently clapping after his songs.

We seemed to established a bit of a tradition amongst our group of friends. This is the fifth year we have all gone out to celebrate the birthdays. And best of all the birthday girls do all the organising.