When the Cat’s Away…

…the mouse howls at the moon.

That's me: No. 5 from the left. So excited for a night on the town after four days of single parenting.

Of course I channeled my inner groupie and wound up on stage at Howl at the Moon in Chicago. Where else would I be?

I know I look like a cardboard cutout, but that's me, really, up on stage.

8 thoughts on “When the Cat’s Away…

  1. Wow. I’m from Chicago and have never even heard of Howl at the Moon. I guess I’ve been away from the club scene far too long! Glad you had a great time!

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