I woke up this morning next to Randy - my brow bone hurt from hitting it on the sidewalk, and his ear was cut and full of dried blood, but we survived.

Bruce madness - watching Paul and Brian and Nick scream every word and stand on chairs and dance with such conviction, like their lives depended on it. Beautiful.

Laying in bed this morning: "I can't believe you shot off fireworks inside the bar. You're such a troublemaker."

He grinned this sly little grin, looking at nothing in particular, and wiggled around a lil bit, pleased by the ruckus he caused.