Bruccceeeeeee............

T’was the night after Thanksgiving and all through the house was heard, I’m not cooking tonight, and I’ve had quite enough bird! That’s right, after spending much of the past 24 hours cooking, serving, and decorating, I was done.  My dearly beloved was up for heating some leftovers, but I think one glance at me, and knowing what was good for him, he said, “Why don’t we go out for a quick bite, dear?” 

I believe I have mentioned that my oldest just left for college in the fall.   He was home for Thanksgiving. I guess absence makes the heart grow fonder, and the brains grow dimmer.  I actually thought he would want to spend time with us.  I found out my husband and I were being treated no better than a pair of timeshare sales people. He had to attend the mandatory Thanksgiving meal with various family members; but if he decided not to join us other evenings, there would be no strings attached and he would still be eligible for the three free nights at our fabulous establishment.

It is Friday night, and we ask if he would like to join us for a quick meal in our lovely downtown. “Oh no” he replied.  “I am going over to my friend’s house and we are hanging out.” “A few other people are going as well, and I will probably sleep over.” I reply “It will only take an hour or so, we are just going for pizza”, hoping the guilt trip works, but no, he is impervious.

This is where I believe God took mercy on me.  He gave me the ultimate I told you so.  While I was sitting at this local restaurant, with my husband and the one son who took pity on us, who should walk in? BRUCE…….yes that is right, the one, the only, the Mr. Bruce Springsteen! The same man whom my oldest son adores. The man who’s music is all over his I-Pod.  I spotted him as he walked past, heading in for his own slice of post turkey pizza. Word came down, that the room he was dining in, needed more cutlery, the bus boys, waiters, and myself, were rock, paper, scissoring , over who could do the job.  I was disqualified, because I don’t actually work there.

Besides being thrilled to see one of our musical icons, a local guy to boot, the real joy of the evening came when we arrived home.  “Oh, by the way, we ran into Bruce Springsteen tonight.” “Too bad you weren’t there!”

Life sometimes sends you a sugar plum!