Happiness is...time spent with friends.

I spent just over two hours with my good friend Neil tonight. He's getting along in years and time is beginning to take its toll but he's still got a lot in him.  His voice is a bit deeper and a lot more rough and gravelly than it was when he was younger.  He pulled off a pretty decent Rex Harrison impression in some of the more vigorous moments and took some time out to reminisce (like any old man would) but otherwise he went non-stop.

At times he waxed philosophical and faced his mortality and other times discussed some of the loves in his life.  He had a come-to-Jesus moment and together (with 50,000 of our closest friends) we sang Sweet Caroline at the top of our lungs...5 times!  Not bad for a fella who's practically old enough to be my grandpa!

Here's one we didn't get a chance to hear...

(He's still just as stylish as ever!) While we didn't get to experience the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders tonight there was a snazzy trio of ladies that helped to re-kindle my secret desire to be a 60s era back-up singer (ala the Supremes). Those people get to have all the fun!  Where does one go to school for that?

Oh, and there was a harmonica!  It doesn't get much better than that!