Ian

Good Lord but Ian Hunter was wonderful. Just absolute magic.

And damn....what a great jacket.

I got no words really.

We got a parking place across the street from Park West....got to have dinner with Annette and Teri. They all laughed at me how nervous I was. The guest list went smoothly and we got perfect seats. Love and forever thanks to Teri and her beloved Jimmy Wiggins! Honest to God....a perfect evening. Fewer Mott songs than usual with was just FINE with me. I'm a bigger fan of Ian's solo stuff when it comes right down to it. Ran into friends---hey Tina and Bruce...and Fred's brother knew my name! Ended the night at the Uptown Lounge watching babies do karaoke with Teri and Jimmy.....then onto the Van-and-Karin spa. Slept in the Rod Picott Room. Went to Heartland Cafe for breakfast and all the times we'd been there in the past---from with my sister Judi when I was in high school to when we lived in Chicago---all rolled happily around together in my mind. The late night, the glasses of wine drunk, and the joy of seeing Ian had me worn out and I drowsed much of the way home, snorting myself awake now and then. Got home to see the incredible Susan clearing our garden out. I plopped on the couch and the boys came down and sat with me and talked and talked and talked. Eventually they drifted off and I obsessively looked at photos from the show until dinner. I made the best freaking dinner I've made in ages and then I tumbled into bed. The only sad note was that I was too wiped out to meet Melanie and Jean and Sasha. Sigh. Next time girls, next time.