Happy Sunday

Happy Sunday gents. Recovering slowly after an inpromptu mini-Lammie gathering Saturday night at the casa de Juan Carlos. Wife threw a 40th birthday party. Both brothers were in attendance, as well as Zman. I was able to stay and drink until my 3 y/o collapsed in exhaustion on their kitchen floor and ended our night.

A big Jersey night ahead for this guy. Trekking to the tremendous outside stage at the Stone Pony in Asbury Park to see Gaslight Anthem. The "Bruce is coming" rumor hovers over every rock show in the place, from Steve Earle to the Black Crowes. Not sure we'll get him tonight with these guys, but it's been known to happen before. I may be there in a sweater and skullie tonight, given the sub-50 degree lows forecasted and the venue's location a block from the beach, but should be a good time. 

Sometimes one's life is a song

My life has been like this a lot recently:


And sometimes it has been like this:


But some times, some moments that seem more and more fleeting in my rush between work and struggles of parenthood, it is like this:


And I guess that's okay. Have a great Friday. Even you, Winter Storm Nemo.