Last Friday Night was a Cold One

in this area.  I don't know if it was what everyone would call a "three-dog night" or not*.

But, aha, that's what I got to call it. Lucky me!

Here's how it happened, Reader Dear.  The Yard Man and a bunch of his old buddies took their wives and went to a Three-Dog Night concert at a local theater.   There were fourteen of us (the group of friends with spouses) at the concert.  Good luck, again, as one of the friends has a brother who is manager of the theater where the concert was held; ergo, we got very good seats!


Now, the audience that filled the theater was predominantly a gray-haired lot, due to the fact that the performers themselves were already entertaining many of these same folks more than fifty years ago!
And, truly, it was amazing how advanced in years was that group on stage! how much stamina they possessed in spite of it!  how terrific they sounded! 

And the old crowd in the audience was enthusiastic, too!  Most of us were doing some degree of seat-dancing (you know, Reader Dear, body swaying, head swinging and limb-tapping to the beat!)  We shouted approval for each new-old song!

And, wow, there was even a musical number they meant to dedicate specifically to me (poor things, they just forgot [that night of the concert was the one-year anniversary of my death (just prior to the morning light)!])

After the concert, there was a get-together at the home of one of the friends and his wife.  The old buddies had planned a lavish spread of hors d'oeuvres, desserts, and drinks for the group, and they served them up admirably!  (So sorry for the lack of a photo, non-Viewer Dear.  It was impressive!)

All-in-all, this Three-Dog Night turned out to be a five-star evening!

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*(Three-dog night. So cold you would need three dogs in bed with you to keep warm)