I went with my friend Carol last night to see another’s friend’s girlfriend (is that too complicated?) perform. We were excited to have a night out and to make it pretty far out of town (45 minutes from home)! It was like being grownup. Or twenty-something. Or something other than nearly middle-aged ladies with jobs, kids, husbands, and other responsibilities. The name of the restaurant was Nourish, which is what it felt like we were doing, nourishing our bodies as well as our souls. Mary, the singer, sang all the old jazz and Tin Pan Alley standards, and Carol and I sang along with her. For both us, that makes it a successful night, but the bonus was that the restaurant had very good food, too. Of course, I vowed to myself that I would get out more and enjoy live performances other than the ones I’m in or #1 son is in.