Last night I dropped Gambit and his best friend at the chess club, handing them a bag of mini Reese’s candies as penance because I felt just slightly guilty for running off to play with my chess mom friends.  Being completely wild and out-of-control crazy women, we hustled off to (drum roll)….a documentary viewing.

While it may not have been all disco balls and tequila shots, there was wine and popcorn.  And the witty subject of the documentary, Bob Lind, joined us in the audience and spoke with us afterwards.

It was highly entertaining.  I loved his stream-of-consciousness lyrics and the way his songs simply ended when he had nothing more to say.  His music definitely did not “play cute.”

All in all, pretty effing cool.