Michelle Smiles

Teaching my children to question authority, except mine.

Never Say Goodbye

March9

Wednesday night, I was reunited with my jr high and high school love. It has been 25 years since I’ve seen him. But oh it was worth the wait. He rocked my world for 3 solid hours. And damn, he looked good doing it.

I loved him back in the day. I might have even cried a little bit when he married his high school sweetheart. He was supposed to marry me. Time marched forward. I accepted that he wouldn’t be mine. But he will always have a place on my laminated list.

A night of screaming and singing with my girl friends from the nosebleed section was loads of fun. (The woman in front of us who had beer dumped on her and asked the usher to move her might not agree. Man, she was pissed.) The after party was marred by my turning cranky over being cold and a little hung over while wandering up and down Broadway (beer from before the concert had worn off) but we turned it around and had fun. I finally, after 6 years of living in Nashville, got to see some live music on Broadway. I even had breakfast the Pancake Pantry (local institution) the next morning.

My throat may never be the same again. Here is 1/2 of our group around 2am – all more at least a little drunk.

 

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4 Comments to

“Never Say Goodbye”

  1. On March 10th, 2013 at 9:32 pm Dana Says:

    Glad you got to go out and do something for yourself! I drive by his house in Middletown NJ everyday on my way to and from work. I’ll leave a note on his front door for you. What do you want me to tell him? LOL

  2. On March 11th, 2013 at 1:20 am Michelle Says:

    Ask him if likes me – circle yes or no. Squeeeee!

  3. On March 11th, 2013 at 7:45 am Dana Says:

    LOL. Will let you know soon.

  4. On March 13th, 2013 at 9:07 pm Laurie Mitchell Says:

    So fun to see you blogging again! Love love love your blog! I went to see Bon Jovi when I was 16. My Mom wanted to come with me. I was 16. My Mom did not come with me. Mom is now 68. I am now 42. To this day I still hear how horrible I was because my Mom has still never seen Bon Jovi…but had a chance…when I was 16…and I didn’t take her… Maybe if I email her this photo she’ll finally forgive me! 🙂