Sitting On Sushi and Cloud Nine

Thank heavens I didn’t remove my eye makeup when I went to bed at 3 am this morning. With this leftover eye shadow, certainly I am looking better than I feel today. I mean, no need to waste perfectly good eye makeup, right? So with my sultry, smoky eyes I just ventured out for some scrambled eggs and refried beans – or as I’m calling it, a Helping of Hope.

I had a big time last night.

First of all the Women and Their Work party was a roaring success. We had a thick crowd of people with great attitudes and the energy was fabulous. Everyone embraced the performance art, the silent auction caused a row which drove the bidding higher, and despite the fact this was a non-profit event, we had plenty of booze. It was a hell of a party.

For me, the most fun was celebrating with two of my nearest & dearest friends who are on the board of Women and Their Work. These are the birds who got me involved in this event and it was a real treat to collaborate with them on all the party planning. I love our portrait on the sushi stools.













My good friends KK and SalGal of The Midlife Gals were a riotous addition to the scene. They set up camp in this funky niche replete with chain link curtains and a mod white leather mattress. They lured unsuspecting souls into their little padded cell to interview them and overlay their irreverent editorial. It was a hoot. I’m sure we’re all going to regret our on-camera antics when the footage hits you tube.

But of course I’ll share the link with you the moment I have it.

After the party I hopped over to the Saxon Pub because I had my heart set on hearing Seth Walker. You may recall from my report on Springfest, Seth Walker was a highlight of that festival for me. I’ve been spinning his tunes round the clock for the past two weeks and am keen to see him play just as often as I can.

So imagine my delight when I sauntered up to the Saxon Pub in my party clothes and Seth Walker was standing right outside! Oh my heavens, oh my heavens, oh my heavens.

Now we all know I have a long history of going shy when seeing musicians up close & personal. Over the years I’ve had run-ins with Charlie Robison, Cody Canada, Cory Morrow and Jim Lauderdale – just to name a few. But inevitably when given the face-to-face opportunity to speak with them, I totally freeze up. I just panic like a schoolgirl and flee.

But last night I broke my curse. Granted I was flustered and breathless and babbling like a fool, but hey, I had a little exchange with Seth Walker. And I even pulled myself together to ask for a picture.

Hee hee hee.

He was just as down-to-earth and sweet as he could be. I wouldn’t have expected such a smokin’ hot electric bluesman to be so sweet. Mrs. Walker clearly raised a very polite son. Then of course he and his band cranked things up on stage and I was putty for the rest of the night. Hot damn! That boy was pouring on the blues and he was pouring it on thick.

Just between you and me I think he was singing ‘Steady’ right to me.

I know, I know. They say musicians can’t see a thing up there under those lights. But I’m just saying…right to me.

The whole night was such a gas. My feet are killing me from dancing in these evil heels, I’m wearing eye makeup that I first put on about 5.30 pm yesterday, and I have to switch into mommy mode any minute. But I’m on cloud nine. The art party was sparkly and fun. I got to boogie down to some delicious blues tunes. And I chatted with Seth Walker.

Kick that around for awhile.