A Taxing Day

So yesterday I finally signed my tax returns and mailed them to the powers that be. The Post Office wasn't bad at all; found a parking space in the lot immediately and only had to walk into the lobby to put my envelopes in the mail slot. The bad part is that it was 2PM when I drove there and it is a mess on Avenida Caballeros with the middle school letting out at that time. But it is done, and that is one less thing to worry about.
I went grocery shopping around 4PM, deciding to go to Ralph's since my chorus is part of the rewards program there. For every purchase that I make using my card, the supermarket will send in a donation to my non-profit organization. We need every penny we can get, so I'm doing my part for the cause.
I barely had enough time to race home, warm up some leftover pasta, and then head over for my Los Amigos rehearsal. Don called just as I was heading over to the rehearsal hall. Would have loved to have chatted with him, but they had already started singing.
Dan tried calling while I was in rehearsal with the general chorus later, but I had already turned all the sounds off my phone. Gary is back in town, and they are planning a dinner out with him. It sounds like lots of fun, and I would like to do that.
I went to Streetbar after chorus, and had my Scotch & soda. I only sang one song, one I hadn't done before, the Nat King Cole arrangement of "Love is Here to Stay." It's very nice, but I had trouble hearing my voice over the crappy sound system. I think I had some nice moments, none-the-less. There was a younger guy, maybe mid 20's to 30's, who was singing later in the evening. At one point, he was singing that Neil Diamond song about the traveling medicine show, or whatever the hell it is, and came down off the stage to involve me. I put my hand in his, which was nice since he was pretty hot, but he reeked of cigarette smoke. I mean, really bad. What a turn off! Still not sure why guys do that to themselves.
I actually stayed until closing; the dreaded lights came on at the bar! After yelling, "Oh, no you di-n't!" to Paulie, the bartender, I decide it was time to pour myself in the car and put it in autopilot. Had a rough time getting up this morning, but thank goodness no work today.