Happy Bruce-iversary!

When I woke up this morning, I realized that exactly one year ago today, I met Bruce Springsteen. 365 days later, it still seems surreal. Happy Bruce-iversary to me! Sadly, everybody must have forgotten the magnitude of this date, because there was nary a “Happy Bossday” card to be found. But I remember, Bruce. ThoseContinue reading “Happy Bruce-iversary!”

That Time I Met The Boss

I can sum up the most surreal ten seconds of my life in a single photograph captured for posterity: I don’t even know where to begin. How often does one get the opportunity to meet a famous person whom they have admired their whole life? And after doing so, how does one find the proper words to sum upContinue reading “That Time I Met The Boss”

When Life Hands You Lemons, Upgrade!

A couple of weeks ago, my Fitbit Charge broke. Oddly enough, this was exactly one year to the day that I got it (easy to remember, as it was an anniversary gift from Tara). It still worked fine, but the band had torn away from the plastic housing, which had also cracked. Bummer, right? I was dismayed forContinue reading “When Life Hands You Lemons, Upgrade!”

It’s Ethan HAWKE, Not Ethan “Who?”

Earlier this week I was telling Deb at work that I’d read in a Vanity Fair article that Bruce Springsteen did not hire a ghostwriter to help pen his new autobiography; instead, every word is his own. I told her that I really respected celebrities who did this. Like Ethan Hawke, who actually wrote andContinue reading “It’s Ethan HAWKE, Not Ethan “Who?””

Charmin is Charmin’

I have been banned from purchasing toilet paper for the family. Apparently, there are rules to buying this stuff that women know, and I do not. When Tara first moved in, I had a stockpile of my usual brand on hand. It had served me well for years, and most importantly, was cheap. Soon after,Continue reading “Charmin is Charmin’”

Poor Men Wanna Be Rich, Rich Men Wanna Be Kings

Last summer, during my road trip back east, I drove through the Badlands of South Dakota. Traversing the winding road past majestic, red-striped ancient rock formations, I cranked up the music really loudly, rocking out to the one song that made sense at that moment: “Badlands” by Bruce Springsteen. Because I’m both a literalist, andContinue reading “Poor Men Wanna Be Rich, Rich Men Wanna Be Kings”