It’s pretty geeky if you take a picture of a tv screen, but, when its one of those screens that’s like a movie theater and you just happen to catch the opening of the Halftime show of the Super Bowl and it’s Bruce and Clarence and you get it looking like this, I don’t think it’s THAT geeky. Maybe just a little.
I was like Ellie Mae about that dang home theater.
A life-size Little Steven though….yikes! Bruce needs to share some of his Stay Young secrets with his buddy there.
I’m not one who worships at the Church of Bruce but I most definitely appreciate his icon-ness and was diggin’ the moment quite a bit.
Funny thing about this gathering I was at…it was at the home of my friend Martha that I went to junior high and high school with. (Yet another Facebook reunion although I did see her at our 20th reunion in 07) I went to Brentwood High School my Freshman and Sophomore years. It was kinda surreal when Bruce was singing “Glory Days” cause that song always reminds me of BHS . Another girl I went to those schools with, Tracy, was there and I looked over and she was all up in the whole Bruce thing…
It was just kinda cool to be there and hearing Bruce do that song that was so popular back when I was at BHS and they played the radio in the cafeteria…and here some of us were all these years later..all growed up. Not just grown up but 40 years old! Just one of those moments that makes you go “hmmmm”.
Then, in the midst of my trot down Memory Lane, Jene’ who was one of best pals in 7th grade comes into the theater room, singing “Go To Yates” on the chorus….I had TOTALLY forgot about that…(Yates was the vocational school and of course, for students of Brentwood High School back in those days, the mere thought of going to Yates….HA)
Jene’ was killing me…then again, she always did. Gosh, in 7th grade, just picture me and her…we were so silly.
I had totally lost track of Jene’ after 10th grade until our Reunion. A few weeks ago, she sent me the sweetest note on Facebook, talking about my Dad. I had forgotten she was on our softball team the year he coached us. There I pat myself on the back for my “amazing” memory, but, theres lots of things I forget about…like that.
Good times…good memories.