So let me start off by saying, this blog has absolutely nothing to do with flowers. I'm a Jersey Girl. Always have been, always will be. You can imagine how excited I was when I heard that my favorite artist (who happens to be from Jersey) was going to be playing the half time show at the Superbowl. Who? Who is this Jersey boy? None other than Bruce Springsteen and the E-Street band!!
Normally I would go to my cousins along with my husband to watch the game but yesterday I was feeling a little less than perfect so I stayed home. Flipping back and forth between the game and Ghost Hunters Marathon made for a relaxing night but as soon as Bruce took the stage, I was up, I was cheering, clapping my hands and singing along. No lack of energy then!! My poor cats are still recovering from the off-key singing!
I remember in the year 2000 when I was in Paris on vacation. I entered a little shop and the sales clerk said "Bonjour" I awkwardly replied "Hi" with my NJ accent. She smiled back at me - "Where are you from?". "America" I replied. "No, I mean, what state?" she asked again and I sheepishly replied "New Jersey" thinking, oh no, she hears my accent. "I love Bruce Springsteen" she cheered!! I'm in Paris talking to a local about Bruce and New Jersey. How awesome is that?
As I watched him begin with his opening line, "Put down the guacamole and those chicken fingers" my heart filled with pride. I'm a Jersey girl and that's what I'll always be. I could move away but it would always be with me. Yeah, Bruce did our state proud. Baby this town rips the bones from your back. It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap. We gotta get out while we're young, 'Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run!!