where do we go now...

If there is anything more wonderful than rocking to Guns and Roses' fantastic mini-opus, Sweet Child O' Mine, with your young son while waiting for the school bus on a Monday morning fraught with snow and cold and wind and oh, yes, more snow, I'd be hard pressed to imagine what it could be, and bear in mind that mine is a kid who already orchestrates our walks to the corner by making us hum the theme to Indiana Jones and the Imperial March from Star Wars on alternating days.

The kid, well, he took the Slash parts. Who can blame him? That opening is borderline iconic. Me? Totally Axl. Because I like to pretend I can sing, but mostly because teaching my sidekick Axl's swaying dance moves was also an ideal excuse for me to try and stay warm while the wind whipped its 27 degree fingers around me (hey, Mother Nature, when are you taking us back to where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky?).

Did I say I'd be hard pressed to imagine anything more awesome? Well, I take that back. Our encore number? Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody. Any way the wind blows (and it's totally blowing on this Monday morning)(in fact, you might say it sends shivers down my spine) doesn't really matter to me.

You'd totally want to tour with us.