So, I was particularly thrilled when Lyndsay told me about Nashville establishing its own monthly storytelling event! Less than a mile from my house? Even better. The stars had aligned, as they say.
A table full of friends (I think I may have been the only one that knew everybody at our table) perched happily in the back of the room waiting for the fun to begin. Added joy? My dear friend Brian (who is married to my beloved Julie) was in town with a friend for a conference. Fresh off his flight from Baton Rouge, he zipped in ready to listen... and contribute!
The organizers arranged for five planned story tellers and opened it up for audience participants as well. Those of us, who were willing, put our names in a hat and waited. There was no particular theme, so the range of stories was fun. Brian's name was called and he knocked it out of the park with a story that had the crowd gut laughing.
Just as the evening was coming to a close (all five speakers had gone- all five audience members), the hostess announced everyone had stayed within their time frame and we had time for another. She reached into the hat and drew... (shocker) MY NAME!
HERE is the story I shared (which you may recognize from days of old).