The Kids Are Alright

I enjoyed two spectacular evenings recently.

One with Craig & Amanda in their home, one with Keith in his apartment, at Jimmy's Jazz & Blues Club, at a killer sports bar.

Fuckin' eh, I was so happy all the way around.

I popped over to visit Craig one night. We ate pizza, enjoyed a cocktail or two...................and talked. We always have good conversations, and this night was no different. We were indulging in the verbal give and take when - lo and behold - Amanda walked in from work. Apparently she was goofing off instead of earning the money Craig requires to live the extravagant lifestyle he deserves. Nevertheless, the three of us talked. For hours.

Honest, straight-ahead conversation. On deep topics, covering a wide range of things. This was the kind of conversation that feeds the soul - no bullshit, straight from the heart, nobody was trying to impress anybody else, nobody was faking it. The exact opposite of the conversations that fill your life every fucking day at work and elsewhere. 

I fucking yearn for this type of conversation. I get it 2% of the time. 

The conversation was so good and so meaningful that me leaving felt like pulling a tooth - I did not want to go. But alas, I did.

On another night I motored out to Portsmouth because Keith and I had tickets to see Mike Zito and Albert Castiglia at Jimmy's Jazz & Blues Club. I was late, so instead of eating out, Keith picked up subs and we ate at his place.

I was stressed out, in a bad mood because I had just picked up the decimated Hyundai the day before and realized it was a fucking rolling cadaver, never again to be the same. But, I got to Keith's, we chowed down and talked..................and I was instantaneously comforted. Such sweet release for me to talk comfortably with my sons. Tonic for the soul.

Keith lives right down the street from Jimmy's - are you fucking kidding me? If I lived that close I would be there one night a week, and Carol and I would have to downgrade from cat food to gruel. We walked down, in through the door and into paradise. This place is amazing. I have so wanted to go there since it opened in September of 2021, and I finally got to experience it for the first time, with my son.

Spectacular show, the place was rockin'. Afterwards, Keith took me to an amazing sports bar and we caught the third period of a Bruins game. Had a blast. Went back to his apartment, where I spent the night, after more conversation.

The next morning, as with Craig & Amanda, I did not want to leave. It was such a spectacular night, I wanted that glow to last. But leave I did, after saying goodbye to Keith and Jack.

Two mystical, magical nights that filled my soul to capacity with contentment and happiness.

Editor's Note: On both of those nights I felt exactly myself. Perfectly comfortable in my own skin.

There is a deep and meaningful message in that, especially relative to recent comments I have made in here.