Chicago and I hung out Tuesday night belatedly for his birthday.  Any time with Jeff is a good time and tonight was especially fun.  The evening began at Hiro’s where the salmon and eel is plentiful and waiters…odd. I swear everytime I’m at Hiro’s we have a different waiter with a different personality disorder.  Whether it’s the girl who claims to have undergone a ‘race change’, the stoned mumbler, the pirate, or the too cool to actual wait on us pretty boy, I wonder if these people realize we’re in Flagstaff and not Hollywood.  After consuming massive amounts of raw fish, we headed downtown to catch open mic night.  This has to be the highlight of the evening for me.  Talented is not a word I’d use for the musicians we ‘experienced’ tonight.    If I had to say who my favorite performer of the evening was it would have to be a tie between the lion-like older man with his out of tune guitar and painful Bon Jovi covers or the instrumental artist who used his keyboard to create a full band experience that included his high-pitched screaming.  My least favorite part of the evening would have to hands-down be the part where Jeff was digging his fingers into my thigh in an effort to squelch the full-body chuckle that was building within me.  Even with his arm around me and a stern look in my eye, the entertainment portion of the evening was more than I could take.  I even suggested that we hop on stage and show ‘em a thing or two, but the Jeff and Laurel musical extravaganza still needs to be polished a bit, I suppose.  We survived four performers before ducking out the back.  Knowing that nothing could top, an off-key rendition of “Wanted Dead or Alive”, we ended the evening by watching Volver.  Really strong movie with superb that I would highly recommend.  Great movie.  Great company. Great laughs.  Yeah, great night.  Happy 25th, Chicago.