October 16, 2018
The lights in Bridgestone Arena were low and you could feel the anticipation among the thousands of excited fans. My mind went back to a little over a year ago when I saw my favorite band live for the first time. This time I had better seats, somewhat knew what to expect, and had three people that I love more than life itself sitting next to me. I felt as if nothing could top that night from over a year ago. I was wrong. Read More
Sometimes all you need
is a milkshake and a smile,
“I made it a large.”
I want to start by saying yes, your friends still check the Facebook page we made for you. And yes, sometimes people scroll through it and let a tear, or two, or twenty roll down their cheeks.
A moment is one of the most fragile things in the world. So much work goes into a moment. The right song, at the right time, with the right people – a wonderful moment of joy. In a split second you’re faced with a decision and you make the wrong choice – that moment and many moments after are filled with tears and heartbreak.
I would like to start this blog with a story. This is one of my favorite stories to tell because it paints an accurate picture of my general goofiness. One day in middle school, I decided to start a new show – Lost, I think – on Netflix. I noticed the title of the first episode was “Pilot.” A few weeks before that I had restarted the show Supernatural. The first episode of this was also called “Pilot.” I, being young and lacking common sense, thought it was the craziest thing that two shows had the same title for the first episode. I was a curious kid, so I mentioned it to my dad – who of course started laughing. I was confused, but I began laughing as well after he explained to me the concept of a “pilot episode.”