Yes, it's the time of year again. Your hero turned 36 the same way he turned 26: in front of a computer listening to some asshole play guitar for what will be the most amazing album of all time. It's a good way to start another year in a wonderful life. When I was 26, I recall wondering if I would be doing this at 36. What happens at 46? Oh boy...
The day had several highlights, one of which you see above. The other of which was the constant presence of my nephew on the Ichat, so I think we chatted on and off for like 8 hours. That was a treat and he's actually a fucking riot on IM. No surprise there.
One of the funniest things about this birthday is the amount of random birthday greetings I would get thanks to the magic of the Facebook. It's literally like every person I have ever met who is on FB sent a message, yet people I have known for 14 years still forget, even when I am speaking to them on the phone. Point being, Facebook makes you feel great on your birthday ;-)
Then, Irene took me to the NIN gig, which was fucking shit hot blowaway awesome. It's been a good 4-5 years since I've seen them, and even more so since I saw them in an arena. I was kind of excited for this gig cause I am feeling the new album big time. We bus'd it out to the Meadowlands which now looks like a stupid college football arena called the Izod Center and we had quality as fuck seats. This isn't a gig as much as it's a performance that you need to sit back and enjoy. At least at age 36 cause my ass aint going in the pit. Anyhow, TR's easily got the best line up I have ever seen and it would take way too long for me to get into what was great about the show, so I'll let Irene's pix do the talking. SO glad I saw this. It's nice to see TR come full circle and not just be relevant, but once again ahead of the game. Where's your ice cream? At the fucking Meadowlands, man. Awesome.
Anyhow, I've been around, just too busy to write. I spent the bulk of last week in LA, which actually felt great. I have the travel bug, kids. If I don't travel for an extended period of time, even if its a few hour road trip, Uncle F gets cranky. LA treated me well. Saw the usual suspects, old friends, Mom Bradish, Vik and my GIRL BABY EMMY. See here:
Then me, your hero, being fucking AWESOME, carried In and Out Burger across the United States of America just for his beloved. Also, there was kind of a mandate of "don't come home without a double double. Thus I obliged:
As I write, it's actually the 36th anniversary of all things Gutterball Vinnie, whose looks only are enhanced with each passing year. How does he do it?
See you soon.
F
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