There was lots of wining and dining going on at the company Christmas party… all the usual merriment was there.

   I had to respond to a number of queries as to whether or not I would be singing, and in total merry fashion responded that this year, I would not.

   For me, the very best part of the evening was receiving a suggestion– not in jest– that I give some thought to opening my own place.  It is known now that my regular gig at the Rat Pack Lounge is over.

    Now, ordinarily I would just think that idea sounds good.  I would love to have a place to sing all the time.  But here’s the thing:  this is the third time someone has mentioned this to me. 

   My next door neighbor Marti Hampton,  a super duper realtor threw the idea out about a year ago.  Marti told me quite a few times I should be looking around for backers to help me finance my own bar.  Another friend mentioned it just last week, and then on Saturday night, the wife of a sales agent said I needed to open a nice intimate piano bar– Call it Pam’s Place. 

   I’m going to keep this notion at the forefront of my brain.  I’ll keep talking it up with people I meet– and weigh it all out — the pros and the cons. I mean, as long as I have my day/night job, managing a club might prove more than daunting.  I could hire someone to sing when I’m not able to.  The way things look presently, that entertainer would likely perform more than me. 

    Lots to think about here.  I like what Olympian Dara Torres said about making a dream come true.  She said, “They may be harder to achieve, but your dreams can’t stop because you’ve hit a certain age.”