#goodchoices

Braimy, Marty, Vanessa and I went to go see Gregory Allan Isakov at the Troubadour. It was a very interesting day to say the least. The music was great and Gregory sounded just as good live. Due to the lack of time, I cooked up some fish tacos at Vanessa's house for Vanessa and Marty prior to us leaving for L.A. At the venue, Vanessa granted me permission to drink, first time in a few months. Halfway through the show, I felt my energy being drained away. I had to excuse myself from the group so I can find a place to rest. I could barely see 5 feet in front of me and my body was giving out. I eventually made it to the restroom, and as I took a seat, I immediately felt better. It was the most bizarre feeling, and it lasted only about 10 minutes. The remainder of the show was good as I made it back to the group.

Vanessa bought two cds from the band prior to Gregory, and she came back telling me that the singer was there and he signed both of them. One was for her sister and one was for me. The one for me was written, "You are one lucky man, #goodchoices". He's right.

P.S: Kitchen table is not a place for cutting nails.