Last night, my son in law Chris and his band played a gig at a cool club in Philadelphia. We arrived at 8, got back to the house in the woods at 2 am. I guess I've been a country mouse too long, because coming into Philadelphia at night gave me a New York style jolt of excitement. The lights, the buildings, the people!!! The gig was in an upstairs room at the venue, there were lots of windows from which to enjoy the sights below before the band started. The hustle and bustle of 10 pm was even better by midnight. Where I live, if we had any pavements they'd be rolled up by 7 at night. A man playing the trumpet, people riding bikes, more cabs than cars, groups of dolled up girls walking fast with arms linked, onward to their next destination. Jefferson Hospital across the narrow street, lots of comings and goings. The rattle and hum of the traffic below, which would now keep me awake although it used to be my lullabye.
After the gig, we drove into South Philly to a favorite place of ours, still open and hopping at 11:30. The traffic was still crazy and so were the drivers. As a tiny sportscar buzzed around us when we were stopped at a light, I told my husband we weren't in Kansas anymore. It was good to come home to the country, so quiet you can hear a deer snap a twig outside, but boy oh boy, what a fun night in our beautiful hometown.
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