Saturday, March 3


"There are two types of people in this world: Those who like Neil Diamond, and those who don't."

I am the former. I have an unhealthy obsession with Neil Diamond that most people do not understand, even me. I am a daddy's girl. My dad is, and will always be, the number one man in my life. My dad always played Neil in the car and as a little girl I would always sing along. Around the holidays my parents would decorate our home while listening to Neil Diamond's Christmas album. I guess there is just something nostalgic about it for me. I used to be embarrassed but now I just own it. I don't give a fuck. If you don't like cracklin' rosie, you can get OFF board. 

ANY-WAY, after my customers at work found out I was a huge Neil Diamond fan, they told me about this cover band called Super Diamond. I waited until the last minute to get tickets and they were sold out. WHAT?! The real Neil Diamond doesn't even sell out! I miraculously got tickets from my friend Craig. (the one with the massive list) and bestie and I were on our way! After a couple extra dirty vodka martinis I was singing and getting trampled by drunk cougars busting some moves on the dance floor. It was unbearable being around these drunk ass cougars who you KNOW had to hire a babysitter for their grandkids just so they could make it to this show, which was undoubtedly the highlight of their month. I hope I'm never that lame. Regardless, it was totally worth it. The lead singer was hot, too. He looked like an older version of Paul Rudd with a receding hairline. Old. Still rocking a deep v-neck. Shares a mutual love for Neil Diamond. Sounds like my soulmate.