
I know, I know, I know: you want to be me so much it hurts. Sorry, though, you can't. There's only one me and I'm it. So, yep, I'm going to NYC again. This will make it two trips in two weeks. This time I'm going to see Van Morrison try to recapture his glory of 40 years past. He's performing his seminal album, Astral Weeks, from start to finish at Madison Square Garden. It's my favorite recording of all-time. For reals. So it will either be a wonderful life changing occurrence or an incredibly disappointing disaster. Regardless, I'll be there. And then on Sunday, I'll be driving home in a blizzard. So there's a fair chance I'm going to die. If so, you're responsible for turning me into some sort of internet legend. Like the "James Dean of the Internet," only slightly less good looking.
I'm serious about this.
Have a nice weekend.