Not so typical Saturday evening.
Sitting in a sort of a bar waiting for a concert to start.
77 minutes. I've been waiting here for 77 minutes. Apparently, it's that magical amount of time one needs to wind out, chillax, as my friend advises me on an almost regular basis, and just cherish the moment.
No stress, no trouble, no issues.
Just sitting back, letting the thoughts pass.
A large glass of red wine definitely helps.
And, I just realised last time I was sitting in a sort of a bar on my own, waiting for a concert to start, feeling completely at ease with myself was never.
There's a first time for everything.
Glad this very time is now.