I had my three month pseudo-review at work today and one of the things my boss complimented was my motivation.  And I thought, "As is tradition, I've fooled this one too, but this time I wasn't even trying."

There's a number of things that come to mind concerning Billy Joel and his concert here in Milwaukee last night, not the least of which was his pretty outstanding performance.  He's in that age group where he knows he's now the age his dad always was, but he can't believe how much younger he actually is than his dad was. 

So anyway, I like Billy Joel because he has this one song that is super cliche and someone I used to date thought he'd just arbitrarily decide it was our song, despite my thinking it's his absolute crappiest song. Mmm, no, wait. That's not Billy Joel . Billy Joel is the one with the song that has had me dying my hair red  red in fits of needing a change since I was seventeen.  It's the same song that I wrote all of the lyrics to on my Spanish book cover (cheesy now, but SO cool in 1993), forcing Fred to hum the song until he nearly went insane every day from fourth period on.

There's this other song, that might as well be about every guy I've ever dated . Well, except for the arbitrary song-decider. He just about got us right with this one though. And there's the other song that reminds me really of only one guy , and he isn't the one thinking it's him right now. And... then... there's his entire catalog (which I celebrate) that reminds me of high school and all my hip-before-their-time AV crew/drama club friends, that are all ten trillion times more successful now than the cool kids will ever be again.  There's the song that almost makes me wish I wasn't from Baltimore  and the one that's such a glorious hoot to sing all the words to, half of which I'd guess I'm singing wrong .

The concert was a little like traveling back to a period in my life that while way more angst ridden, was really a lot of fun.  And it's funny how everytime you sort of forget where you came from and who you really are, the simplest thing can bring you back. 

I can truly, truly say I have never been in a whiter, more middle-aged environment than last night.  And you can only be surrounded by so many penny loafers and Ann Taylor sweaters before it just gets fun again. Thank you Billy Joel, for not being Fall Out Boy.