'Twas a good night tonight. My friend Richard finally prevailed upon me to ignore the many things I had to do and take some time out to hang out with him.

We went to Rosie McCaffrey's, which faithful readers may remember I visited upon their opening this past St. Patrick's Day. Had a good time chatting and drinking Guiness and listening to the band, a local Celtic band called Blackwood that had as a guest someone who took me back a few years.

In the good old days, when Devine Celtic Sounds was new and we used to be involved more heavily in the local Celtic music scene, we used to hang out at the Dubliner pub where frequently played Celtic Pride, a husband and wife duo. They left Phoenix some years past, leaving memories of smoky pubs, a covet-worthy red Rickenbacher bass and "The Unicorn Song." The husband part, Tom Teven, a Scot with a fantastic voice and broad if fairly predictable repertoire, was the guest this evening.

The band itself was surprisingly good, especially the fiddler, who I think I recognized from the most notable local Celtic rock band Claire Voyants. It was a good time. I recommend getting out and letting the hair down (what's left since my shearing last week, anyway) every so often.