The good news for me is that I’ve got to get up at 4:00a to get my wife to the hospital for a 6:00a surgery. Probably should only have a couple more bourbons...
Another one:
Wife bought an old house in the before we met. We get married and decided to move in there and remodel. House was built in the mid 30s and it had a phone nook (pretty common for that day, a decorative wooden cut out in the hallway where the house phone would be place). When they removed the drywall around the nook the original drywall had old phone numbers written all around the nook (e.g., LA-2697; MI-1002; etc.) with descriptions of what each number was (i.e., paperboy; grocery; etc.). The only number with what looked like a person's name had was just my last name. I do not have a common last name.
Regardless of what happens in this series I am just so glad we don’t have to watch those stupid “you think you’re a bigger fan than me” MLB shop commercials.
I've got a couple.
1 - My dad has a 1955 Thunderbird that he restored. In the process of restoring it he looked up the manufacture date. It was manufactured on my birthday in 1955.
In the early 2000s some idiot friends and I decided to go in on a 1984 Lincoln Town Car limo. A friend who worked at Ford looked up the manufacture date and it was made on my dad's birthday in 1984.
2 - A friend of mine invited me to the Texas ND game in Austin a few years ago. I agreed to go, but since it was Labor day weekend I was going to drive up on Sunday (Sunday night game). Another friend of mine who went to Notre Dame told me he was invited by his dad to go to the game and knowing I was driving up on Sunday asked me for a ride. Our plan was to stay at my ND buddy's sister's house after the game so we arranged to connect back at his ND tailgate after the game so I could drive us to his sister's house. When I got to my seats my ND buddy's ticket was for the seat right next to mine.