Wally's was exactly what I needed tonight. A little hole in the wall, with 365-days-a-year live music (Monday is blues night, according to the website). The place has been around since 1947, and it's oozing character, by barely trying. Low ceilings, minimal decor, mostly awards, photos, and some low-key art, but a great crowd, mix of old and young, everyone clapping, swaying, singing. An unfancy bouncer, bar, and bartender--all I drank was Red Stripe, but the chalkboards boasted drinks, wine, and whiskey, too--and above all, great music. Tonight, the set allowed for multiple boozy singalongs, and the music on between sets was the right fit too. Mike and I got kept captive by some crazy drunk woman telling us about her mom's multiple bypass surgeries, and it was all we could do to keep from busting out in ridiculous laughter. Cue more Red Stripe. The night ended, at least for us, with some James Brown (get on up...) and a clove and giggle filled walk home, as we let out the compressed hysteria at gastric-bypass-woman. Tomorrow's my day off, and this was a good way to ease on into a day off full of everything I can't fit into my day's on. Sing myself to sleep with a little James Brown...