speakeasy

a good friend of mine

also happens to be one of my all-time favorite songwriters,

which came in handy last night

when he and some other musician buddies

decided to play at the local speakeasy.

very few people seem to know about this bar.

i guess that's how it's supposed to work, huh?

all thirty of the people who have somehow discovered

that a little treasure lurks behind an unmarked wooden door

showed up to hear some music -- or perhaps just to enjoy a mojito.

i knew many of them.

good people.

people who understand the power of a beautiful song.

i was thrilled to sit among them.

the musicians played as long as the bar would let them.

and we stayed as long as they played.

1:30 a.m. comes quickly when you're having a good time.

hours of sleep were sacrificed,

but definitely for a just cause.