Thursday, April 1, 2010

Happiness is having friends who give you money


Yikes! That was a nasty run of being gone about 75 consecutive nights…but as of Thursday night when I sat down to start banging out a column, I was staring down the barrel of a glorious three-day weekend. The countdown to Easter dinner has begun.
Thanks to those of you who either participated in or attended the “Broadway Meets Lake Benton” show on Saturday. It makes for a bloated schedule when I am not smart enough to know that I shouldn’t get involved in two Opera House shows simultaneously. When all is said and done, however, I am thrilled I got to spend some time with a few people with whom I love hanging out.
With performing in “Broadway” behind me and directing “Last of the Red Hot Lovers” ongoing, I continue to fill up my evenings spending time with some of these fine people.
Good friends recently have improved my financial outlook for the near future. I have about 20 good friends who next week I’m hoping will reward me for my NCAA picks. Somehow, after Kansas, Kentucky and a host of others ravaged my brackets, I’m tied for second place in the annual pool, with a shot at being in the money. Now if Duke would just win on Saturday and lose on Monday…
I have another dozen or so friends at the office who also are looking at coming up with a bit of cash for me. Back in February, I got in a pool with my co-workers to predict the date that the gigantic snow pile on the north side of our building would be completely melted. I should be counting that bundle about mid-week next week…what great friends I have.
Mom always said, “the only thing better than friends are friends who give you cash.” Well, maybe that wasn’t Mom…it might have been Uncle Maynard.
I get another bonus next week, when I start spending some time with 25 guys I consider my friends because the Minnesota Twins open their 2010 season at the sparkling new Target Field. I’m nearly giddy with excitement.
And speaking of friends with cash, Joe Mauer certainly wouldn’t miss some of his. As a matter of fact, I would marry the guy if he asked me…and, I guess, if we lived in Iowa where that kind of thing is legal. I’ve heard tales of his man-cave Up North that gives me goose bumps. Maybe he needs a man-cave sitter while he is on those long road trips. I wouldn’t charge much.
Here’s wishing you all a Happy Easter this weekend. Have a great time with your families and friends.
If you can, come see “Last of the Red Hot Lovers” at the Opera House. It opens on April 16th with six shows over two weekends. You’ll get to meet some of those friends I’ve been bragging about and get a hint of why I like spending so much time with them.
Now I could just get them to throw in a few bucks and guess when we will have our first 80-degree day in Lincoln County. I’m on a roll…
And Uncle Maynard is smiling down on me…

1 comment:

  1. so did your friends give you Johnny or June Carter Cash? would Johnny Paycheck be considered cash? I tried to disregard anything said about Joe Mauer not related to baseball. ha! Did you originate the terms mancave and pimp my ride? I wonder if they could pimp the old Pacer's.. or a gremlin, matador, corvair, pinto, maverick, rambler, comet.. did I miss any other classic cars? anon mike from denmark -in the land of volkswagons and common cars selling for $90,000 american

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