I had a little Woodstock party today. Just me and Lucy and Rosie. They’re the only other people I know that like the music. Jennie does, but she’s not here.

I was thinking about that on my way home from Starbucks… I don’t really have any close friends that are into what I’m into, ya know? That think like I do… or like Woodstock. How can you not like Woodstock? or peace n’ luv n’ stuff?

That’s a bummer.

Hubby? Nah, he was a “greaser” back in the day. He chased little hippies like me.

But seriously, wouldn’t that have been a perfect theme for a party? For the Woodstock Anniversary? Excellent playlist of tunes… could have all sorts of yummy munchies… and stuff. Nah, not that kind o’ stuff. I was actually never into pot. Made me feel introverted and I was far from introverted and didn’t like feeling that way. But I do love the smell!

So ya, we had our little party. The girls fell asleep when I played Joni Mitchell… I think they were worn out from all of the excitement.