Growing Up
Yesterday was Will's 22nd birthday. We didn't get to celebrate, per se, because he is currently in a campus production and last night was night two. Dad and I did go see the show and Will was fantastic as a troubled Irishman (is there any other kind?). I offered to buy him a birthday beer or several afterwards but he never called(update - he did, I missed it, sorry bro). Hopefully tonight. I can't believe you are 22...feck.This song is for you:
Kind of like finding a $20 bill in the pocket of a long put away jacket finding an old favourite like this is awesome. I forgot how much I love this song. The Boss is singing at the Super Bowl tomorrow night but I doubt we will hear this one or this one. I'll wager on Glory Days, The Rising, Born to Run and maybethe Wrestler. Well maybe not the Wrestler.
Should be quite the show, but not quite as good as last nights.
Happy Birthday Will.
Pace out.
1 Comments:
When I first read your comment about troubled Irishmen and that there was no other kind...I was offended; however,try as I might, I couldn't think of a single member of my extended family, male or female, that wasn't troubled or a little twisted.
Touché Si...I guess you win this round!
Corky
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