Friday night, Cheyenne called and invited me to go to some kind of open mic night thing. I was feeling adventurous, so I joined her, Danielle, and Rachel at a tiny little dive at the end of a dark alley. There were some instruments set up, and we were the only Americans there. The owner kept encouraging us to play, so eventually, the girls got up and sang. It was fun hanging out and drinking coffee (with a little something extra). At the end of the night, the owner brought out some weird kind of flower water, which I thought was pretty tasty. Cheyenne wasn't a fan, but she totally rocked out on the drums for about six seconds.