But Baby, it's cold outside

       Hello again,

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            Sorry it's been a couple of days since I've had a chance to sit down and        write a few lines from the bunkers of the HughMcQueenMusic Project. Both my mind and body are still adjusting to my new day time gig. 
         Our schedule between now and the end of the year is light, with only a couple of Holiday parties to play, but we still have two Open Mic nights at the Hearing Room. The first is on Tuesday the 20th,  hosted by my good friend the Human Juke Box,  Rick Cande . I will be hosting again on the 27th. If you have not checked out the Hearing Room in Lowell I recommend paying a visit on either or both nights. It's a great room to relax and hear some great performances. The venue is a BYOBeverage venue, as they do not serve alcohol.
      In January we will be at the 110 Grill in Chelmsford on Thursday the 12th, and on Friday the 20th we will be back at Angela's in Tyngsboro. We are trying to book a couple more shows for the month and we will keep you posted with listings on the Upcoming Appearances Page of the website at HughMcQueen.com as they come in.
     
       Monday morning was a great reminder of why I'm glad I no longer work at an Automobile Dealership. I shoveled off the deck and the front steps, took a few minutes to clean off Elise and K's cars, along with the Nitro Tour Bus, and then headed bck into a nice warm kitchen for a hot cup of dark roast and a leisurely morning read of the Boston Globe. I could say I really missed spending half of my day clearing snow and jockeying around an entire lot full of overpriced iron, but that would be a complete lie. 
        After an afternoon rehearsal I headed out to lend a hand to an old friend, the one and only Santa Claus. Nothing quite like spending the night trying not to drop a squirming infant as their mother insists on taking "just one more picture". Anyway, the kids were mostly great, and everyone seemed to enjoy getting their photo taken with Santa. 
         We wrapped things up with the Jolly Old Elf and as he disappeared  back to the North Pole to finish up his preparations for the big night, I headed  home to watch the Patriots. Playing Santa for nearly two hundred kids can be pretty exhausting, so as badly as I wanted to watch the entire Monday night game,  I had visions of sugar plums dancing in my head by about halfway through the second quarter . I called it a night, trusting the rest of the game  to Coach Bill and the G.O.A.T..  This is so not like me. I cannot ever go to bed before the final gun, the final buzzer, or the last call third strike. I can't  think of a single extra inning west coast Sox game that I didn't see through the end, As any of you that know me well can attest to, I am not and have never been a morning person. I have always been a night owl. So I'm starting to think that either my age or working a day gig is getting the better of me, Whatever it is , I'm starting to think about turning in early again tonight when suddenly I get a call saying  no schools all schools tomorrow. Think I'm catching a second wind just thinking about being able to sleep in  tomorrow morning, I hear it's going to be very cold on the lot.

                                                                                                                                               Safe travels,
                                                                                                                                               Hugh