My son’s birthday is today. He is a St. Patty’s day baby and now officially a teenager. We went to the Irish pub down the road like we do every year. It was crowded, noisy, two bad bands playing at the same time, and 90 minute wait. But if my kid wants to go celebrate Irish style, then that is what we will do. Xanax helped.
I saw Sideburns there!! I don’t know the etiquette of this kind of situation. Do I say hi? Hug? Firm hand shake? I decided to play it safe and not approach him. But he was there. He wanted so desperately to die not so long ago, and there he was. Alive. Very much alive. 🙂