Technology seems to hate me today; my phone is moving at a snail’s pace, as is the computer. I tried to be hip and upload a video from last night via my Droid’s WordPress “app”, but it exploded. Ah, well.
Joe, a few friends and I slapped on our best rock-n-roll outfits and headed to Philly to see Van Halen last night! (I was told wearing my dad’s Van Halen jean jacket from 1984 would be uncool…so I opted for all black.) This was my second show and I was stoked. Not-so-stoked about the $13 cans of beer inside, hence an extended episode of tailgating beforehand.;D
Alright, I know some people aren’t huge fans of their new album (I’m still undecided), but I was happy to belt out a few verses of “Panama” and “Somebody Call Me a Doctor” with the rest of the extremely diverse crowd (Joe spotted a four year old somewhere in the mob – awesome); Eddie’s guitar solo was mind blowing, and it was pretty damn awesome to see father and son shredding it up on stage, side by side.
I only wish I’d heard more signature yelps from David. But he did throw in a few roundhouse kicks in his sequined pants.
I’d say I got my moneys worth.
Off to the Philadelphia Flower Show today. This year’s theme: Hawaii!
I’ll take looooooots of pictures.
Back to working on that novel-in-progress. On Sunday, a man sat at the bar where I work, in the airport. He asked about the tattoo I have on my arm, and somehow it lead to a conversation about writing. He told me about a motivational book he had published in 2004, and gave me the best piece of advice all writers need to hear:
“Never. Stop. Writing.”
Let’s do this.