Even though Randy, the blues guitarist, was not at Miss Vickie's, we had a lovely time. We sat out on the patio with a great breeze and, for the first time in a while, we were not drowning in our own sweat. The storms that had been moving through had caused the cancellation of the music. The beer was cold and the boiled peanuts in Cajun sauce spicy and good. What more can a girl ask for on a Friday night on the river?
p.s. I not only survived the hour and a half yoga stretch class, I loved it and am going back for more.