singing on the pier

The sextet I sing in - which, unbeknownst to my fellow singers, I have dubbed sexytet - preformed at a 40th birthday on Saturday night. Considering that we had only practiced twice since June, we did fine. My favortie part of the evening, however, was not singing at the actual party, but warming up in the rain on the cement pier under the yellow glow of the shipyard lights. The bridge to the mainland towered above us as the smell of salty sea fish filled the air. Imagine if you were walking over the bridge and suddenly heard the faint refrain of Blackbird coming from somewhere below...coming from the water. How creepily wonderful!