I played carols in the gorgeous library,surrounded by books and an appreciative audience.
It was a snowy and blustery night, but it was warm and cozy inside the library. There was hot cider, there were cookies to decorate, there were snowflake balloons on sticks that doubled as weapons for a crowd of little boys who had eaten too many of those cookies.
My friend Carol came to hear me play and took the photo above during a break in the snowflake balloon fencing action. I hadn't put the event on my website and was pleasantly surprised to see her there. "I stalked you," she said when I asked her how she found out about the event. Really, she'd seen a poster for the event in Mankato. We had a good laugh together...but I'm sure I'll be looking over my shoulder for Carol at future unpublicized events...just in case...
Kidding.
At the end of the event I was sent into the night with a beautifully decorated cookie, my own snowflake balloon on a stick, a hug from my wonderful stalker and warm memories of a big celebration in a lovely, small town.
My friend Carol came to hear me play and took the photo above during a break in the snowflake balloon fencing action. I hadn't put the event on my website and was pleasantly surprised to see her there. "I stalked you," she said when I asked her how she found out about the event. Really, she'd seen a poster for the event in Mankato. We had a good laugh together...but I'm sure I'll be looking over my shoulder for Carol at future unpublicized events...just in case...
Kidding.
At the end of the event I was sent into the night with a beautifully decorated cookie, my own snowflake balloon on a stick, a hug from my wonderful stalker and warm memories of a big celebration in a lovely, small town.
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