Sitting in my favorite dive bar on my birthday.  Can’t really ask for more.  Of course, it’s my party so I could also cry if I want to.  I didn’t expect anyone to come out because expectation is the only source of disappointment. But I did hope, just a little, that the one  guy I’ve been chatting with for weeks would show up.  It was a silly hope.  “No reason to let that get me down,” I say to myself.  I prefer a smaller, more intimate crowd at my shows anyway.  Right?  Continue reading Flummox →