The Tommy Story
God is trying to tell me something, I'm convinced of it.
First, there's the Holt run-in in Costa Rica, the most seemingly random event of life EVER. And then, there's what happened on Saturday, what shall henceforth be known as "The Tommy Story."
So a new piano bar called Crazy Pianos opened up last week in Coconut Grove. Anyone who knows me knows I love a demon piano bar and I've been looking for once since I moved down here. My prayers were answered and so a bunch of awesome people from work and I went there on Saturday to rock out.

Then the other piano player, the one in Tanya's eyeline, says, "Let's give Tommy a hand!" To which I think, SHUT UP! Then I look closer at him--he's wearing a hat so it's hard to tell--but he really DOES look like my Tommy. At least, what I remember Tommy looking like. I tell the table of my suspicions, and they're all like, "Yeah, yeah, sure it is." They, as Alishea would say, had "no" in their hearts but I had yes. I really had yes.
I had to know if it was Tommy so I grab a request paper (it's a napkin in this case, classy and raunchy at the same time) and write my requests along with "Are you from East Lansing/RumRunners?" on it. Just as I go to take it up, he switches out and I'm like, Balls! Luckily, though, we not only sat by the pianos, we also sat by the bar, which is where ever piano player goes after a tough half an hour of singing and tinkling the ivories. I can't miss this opportunity, so I dart out of my seat and practically attack him. Turns out, it WAS Tommy, my Tommy, from RumRunners. I had "yes" in my heart; I believed, and it was true. Another home-towner shows up in my life, another seeming coincidence. Too bad I don't believe in coincidences.
Anyway, here's a picture of Tommy and I.

Anyway, it was a great night and we had a ton of fun. I needed a piano bar for my soul. :)

Turns out, her uncle used to be part of Miami Sound Machine (yeah, with Gloria Estefan) and there were pics of him rocking out 80's style in the hall. Yesi's grandfather looks like my Abuelo looked, which leads me to belive that all Cuban grandfathers are the same. When I left, he welcomed me to the family. I even got left overs!
All in all, a great weekend.
Monday I attended a seminar on Socratic Circles--how to do them, how to use them, that sort of thing. It was great because a) I learned a lot of practical stuff I can't wait to use next year AND gained resources, 2) I didn't have to go in to work, and d) I had lunch with my friend Drew who lives out that way. Plus, it only took me about 45 minutes to get home, which is awesome 'cause I thought it would take an hour and a half. Woot!
Much love.