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| Happy Birthday ABFA!!!!!! |
Before we move on to the completely
non-mundane aspects of yesterday’s existence, it’s important to recognize the
continued excellence of the ABFA who celebrates a milestone birthday today. She’s
one of those rare people you meet in life that seem to emanate an inner light that
people are drawn to. I know my favorite son certainly is/was and I can still remember
that first phone call he made to us after their first date. After heaing him
wax poetic about thhe new girl in his life I turned to my wife and said, “There’s
something very different about this one, I think he’s in love.” It turned out
to be true and they eventually both bowed to the inevitability that they were
meant for each other. We are definitely the richer to have this young lady in
our lives. Thanks ABFA for allowing us to bask in your reflected light and
Happy Birthday!
My Cali-Daughter was equally blessed
in her partner – the redoubtable WingMan! His band blew into town yesterday and
I was able to steal him for a few hours of hang time. I pulled up behind his
tour bus around 11am and when he emerged the world seemed a little brighter as profound
loneliness fled in panic. He only had a couple hours until rehearsal so I took
him home for a shower, some laundry and a couple very large steaks. The best
part was sitting down around the kitchen table and talking.
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| Kidnapping in Progress |
There was fertile ground for
conversation what with the whole impending fatherhood issue to discuss. He’s so
excited about the prospect and the First Blog Reader is going to have a great
dad. He was also reflective of what his chosen career means with parenthood involved.
We also took the opportunity to watch the new Star Wars trailer together (alright
it was four times!) since that’s another shared obsession.
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| My View With Wingman at the Keyboards |
After dropping him off back at the concert
site I returned to work with the plan to return for the band’s show last night.
Driving into downtown Worcester on a weeknight is like entering a post-apocalyptic
movie set. The thriving city of daylight hours closes up shop completely. It
was only 8:30pm but there was nobody around and the streets virtually deserted.
That is until I got close to the Palladium Theater. Wingman left me an all
access pass at the Will Call window and I got more than a couple weird looks
from the very young crowd as I wended my way into the theater. I think I
sported more gray hair than the entire rest of the audience, combined. I think
I was also the only one there without a tattoo or the odd piercing but overall the
crowd was very welcoming.
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| Headbob in Progress |
This was the first live rock and roll
concert I’ve been to since the last time he was in town and it is still a real
spectacle. I sat in a balcony and the band was every bit as good as remembered.
I really liked a number of their new songs. The band was obviously very popular
as the crowd was singing along with them, even for the recently published
songs. The mosh pit was the usual exercise in the seemingly nonsensical needs
of youth but it looked like they were having a good time. The music was loud
enough to bend time and space but that was expected and welcome (I mean I’m not
that old!). Wingman really gets a workout at these shows, playing the keyboards
and dashing around the stage demonstrating more energy than anybody else.
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| After the Show |
We linked up again after the show in
their tour bus. It was amusing to see these rock gods who were bouncing around
the stage minutes before sitting around talking about kids and life in general.
Wingman reported a bruised face from an overly energetic head bob which made
contact with his keyboard. I didn’t want to let him go but the bus was prepping
for departure for an overnight drive to Pittsburgh while I had the less than
welcome prospect of work this morning staring me down. (I’ll hopefully be
making the same drive on Saturday with Keene Friend for the Pittsburgh College
Roommate’s birthday bash). I felt good though as I drifted through the desert
of late night Worcester for the opportunity and pleasure that hang time with
WingMan always engenders.
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| Whooah! |
Our respective wives were following the
day’s Worcester developments from the left coast. My wife accompanied the Cali-Daughter
to her weekly pre-natal doctor’s visit. The First Blog Reader is starting to seriously
overachieve in the growth department. The doctors estimate he/she has passed the
eight pound mark with three weeks still left until delivery date. That goes
down firmly in the “Yikes!” department. All other tests show a healthy mom and progeny,
all I could hope for. My Favorite Panamanian is concerned that given the size, the
baby may arrive before Wingman’s November 3rd return to ground zero.
She has decreed the need for a route recon to the hospital with her at the
wheel, should be interesting.
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| Baby Clothes Being Organized! |
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| Today's Fashion Ensemble |
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