Okay, so it won't win you fortune and fame, and it won't help you get that cute guy's phone number, but in the grand scheme of things, it makes life that much fuller, that much richer, and that much more worth living.
Be friends with your parents.
Not such a novel idea, I know. But it astounded me how many people were amazed that my dad is my favorite party buddy. I spent the weekend rockin' Memphis with him, and I have more fun hanging out in bars and checking out whatever bands we can find than I would with anyone else. Jager shots, Blue Moon, Bud Light, Patron, some strange concoction that tasted slightly like a green Jolly Rancher, Taj Mahal, the Allman Brothers, North Mississippi Allstars, a whole lot of corn dogs, rain up to your eyeballs, losing the car, the Counting Crows, Barenaked Ladies, Guster, dancing til your feet hurt, and then dancing some more....sounds like a fantastic weekend. And it was.
And the best part was creating memories with my dad that I'll cherish for the rest of my life.
I guess it's safe to say that we're two peas in a pod in a lot of ways--music is music and makes the world a better place. There's nothing like an outdoor festival, sunshine and summertime. Neither of us can stand to live away from the water, and both of us would be happy with a bunch of oysters, crackers and cocktail sauce. Blue Moon is our beer of choice. Auburn is our team, and we'll cheer for Ole Miss only if they're not playing the orange and blue. Rock and the blues is our genres of choice. We really don't care what people think about us, and have a penchant for acting like retards just to irritate someone else...you know who you are if you've been targeted by said treatment :-)
I consider myself extremely blessed to be able to consider my dad both my father and my friend. I know I can count on him, more so than just about anyone else in my life, and I also know that where daddy is, a good time isn't too far behind.
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