So Much

...to do...so much to say......

What I should be doing babies is starting to pack. HRG is moving! And yes, TCB is coming with me. We found a great place, perfect for us, something we're both excited about. The yard, oh the yard....my fingers itch even thinking about it. Room to breathe. We can even entertain. Oh, not to say we're not already entertaining, but it'll be nice not to have to take our comedy show on the road all the time.

It's a bit melancholy tho. There's that word again. All these new beginnings, all the doors that had to be closed before the others were opened. It's four years today that life began anew. This building has a been a good place to heal, to find my footing again. Someone once referred to it as the building of the bruised. We found ourselves rebuilding our lives at the same time, in the same place. As the scars fade, each of us moved on. It's my turn now. A new place, one we picked together, one with no ghosts of old emotions. You know what I'm talking about. Or rather, who I'm talking about.

This weekend was pretty wonderful. Having managed to finally shake that bug, we went out to wow our fans, and well, that's exactly what we did. Took a brand new pair of boots for a test drive. Yup. They've become a mainstay in HRG's wardrobe. They are all that. And a bag of chips. With dip. Hit the stage with some very talented players (also very cute boys) and had more fun than should be allowed on a Saturday afternoon. Closed out with Burnin Down The House. HRG style.

TCB had a moment. It was a "this is MY wife, buddy" moment. Now you know, back in the day, HRG would've picked up on it right away and played it for everything it was worth. At first I didn't clue in to what had him standing thisclose onstage. Then I got it. The sax player who'd played the last set. Oh yeah. A very cute boy. A very very very cute boy. The former HRG would've called him up to join in. Not this time. A thought popped into my head: "you might've been good baby, but you just weren't worth the price". So I flirted shamelessly with him instead.

It's all part of the show babies, it's all part of the show.

Always up for an adventure and looking for places to pitch the new project, off we went to a great little pub in beautiful Brentwood Bay. Highly recommended, food amazing, service excellent and surprisingly cheap cheap cheap.

Actually, come to think of it, Saturday was filled with happy surprises. Let's see, surprised to put on brand new boots and have them feel like they'd been broken in already, surprised by TCB's moment, surprised that men still look at me (hell, I'm old now). There is always a big surprise at the end of a bunch of little ones, isn't there?

When I got out of the car at the pub, the first person I saw was......

HTBP.

Imagine my surprise.

Imagine his.

And then I saw Krusty.

Imagine his surprise.

HRG