Let me answer that with two questions: Band practice? What band practice?

It didn't happen.

First I forgot I had it scheduled Tuesday and I told the lady that is helping me fix my computer's CD-ROM we could work on it some more that night. And so I had to call her and reschedule my time with her which I really hated to do. If anyone's going to help me fix my CD-ROM, I have a feeling its her. She knows her stuff. When I told her of my scheduling conflict she was very understanding and nice, at the same time letting me know she thinks she figured out how to fix it.

Rats.

But she is going to help me another night, and so I have that to look forward to.

I also had band practice to look forward to that night (or so I thought) and so I loaded my guitar, by music bag, and music stand into Bernice, my truck. Before I left though, I first cut some roses off two of my yard rose bushes to give to Lynn Marie because she always hosts our band practice at her house and because she always shares her dinner with me before practice starts.

And sometimes she even packs up some of the leftovers for me to take home.

The roses were a small token of my gratitude.

By all means, though, no way do any of my tokens measure up to all the nice things that Lynn Marie does for me.

And so I arrived at her house and presented her with the flowers and we ate a delicious meal of noodles topped with stir-fry chicken and vegetables.

The third member of our band, the conga player, Ben never showed up.

The whole night.

It was okay though. After dinner while we were waiting for Ben, I had Lynn Marie boot up her computer. Once we were online and I showed her my new LiveJournal.

For sometime now I have been trying to help her create her own online journal/diary, because she is a brilliant writer and artist and that would be a great place for her to shine. But I had a hard time doing this, because my computer is a regular PC while hers is a Macintosh, and I don't know a whole lot about Macintoshes. But now with my recent discovery of the LiveJournal website and all they had to offer me, I felt Lynn Marie could benefit from it to.

Per LiveJournal's instructions, she then typed in the necessary information required and created her own online journal/diary.

And so the evening, by all means, was far from a completed loss.

The air was filled with the scent of roses.

My stomach was filled with scrumptious food.

I shared the evening with one of my best friends.

And now with my prompting her to create her own website, I get to share her genius with the world.