Call me a geek. Call me a dork. I'm okay with that. Today, the Weekend Section of the Washington Post made my day. You see, as long as I've lived here, I've imagined what it would be like to open up the Weekend Section, flip to the one page I always check - the upcoming gigs at 9:30 and the Birchmere - and see one name there. The name that would just make me smile from ear to ear.
After 12+ years of flipping to that page with no joy, today was finally my day:
Never thought it would really happen. But "never" is an awfully long time, eh?
It's not a smoky little club in San Francisco, Thomas, but it'll do just fine. Can't wait to hear the music again.