Seems Like Old Times...If Only I Could Tell You About It

I want to tell you about it, I just can't because my voice is gone. Gone, gone, gone. As in, I can't talk. I know...some of you see that as a good thing, but it makes me a sad panda. Beware, this is a long story.

Last night, I went out with an old friend. I've known Bob since we both left Boston for Basic Training 15 years ago, when I was young and Bob was younger (but not by much). So here's how people change over 15 years...and I remnind you that we did our best to duplicate the pose from memory even though the picture was 10 feet away on my computer.

Let's note the obvious differences...we're much better looking now. We're 15 years older in the second one. Neither one of us has shell necklaces on in 2007...how come nobody told us to take those off in 1992? We're much better singers now, as we learned at last night's Karaoke at the Hong Kong at Fanuiel Hall. Our versions of "Taking Care of Business", "Twist and Shout", and Bob's special "Just a Gigolo" were met with thunderous appluase...or a least a pat on the back or two from some drunk people. Speaking of drunk people...we were both TRASHED in the first picture and as you can see in the most recent one; Bob is holding Ginger Ale.

We stayed out pretty late...had a lot of reminiscing to do until 445am. And I wonder why I can't speak this morning...lots of loud singing...late night chatting...but I think we had a fantastic time.

Here's to old friends!