Dixieland Jazz night

Sunday evening I went to a jazz concert with Tom. What a wonderful night! The only thing missing was the sound of the N'awlins stride piano. They did not play "Bye Bye Blackbird," but I had a small daydream remembering an evening at a club with a bunch of friends, and the band playing that song and everyone beating on the tables with spoons and other percussive things, and singing at the top of their lungs. Made me smile. And the evening ended with "When the Saints Go Marchin' In." Lovely dinner and evening. What more could a person wish for?