In my book, any night in which the lead singer of a band says he wants to be you, and then asks why you and a friend aren’t sword fighting in front of the stage like you did for the last band, is a good night. It was a good night. Add to that moving into an absolutely gorgeous new house, talking of starting a band, taking up membership with the local swimming pool, visiting the grandparents and finding them vastly improved from a few weeks ago, and watching my hockey team, between 2 and 5 in the morning before work, win in quadruple overtime to advance to the next round of the playoffs, and I’d say it’s been a pretty good weekend. The shite bits of life are being consigned to the midden heap, and we’re looking forward to a glorious summer.
I’d call that dice.
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