The generous folks from the New York Racing Association were kind enough to invite me to the Belmont Stakes last Saturday. You can lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink, and you can lead me to free champagne and wonder what the heck you're going to serve the other guests.
My son remembers every song he has heard and can tell me the name and artist. It is pretty amazing for a 4-year-old, actually. I can barely remember to pack his lunch, yet he knows that Paramore sings "Ain't It Fun."
Obviously, this is a treatment that will soon be available in every spa in every town in America. I mean, who wouldn't want snails crawling around on their face? There's no way this isn't going to be huge.
Whether you've got a mother and a father, are a single parent, have two moms or two dads, are adopted or are a family of mixed race or are a blended family -- love is the guider to truth and Love makes a family.
I hope they come with their pickets and messages of hate and encounter a massive horde of Slayer fans when they get there. And then, when the counterprotest begins, I hope the cops turn a blind eye and let the Slayer fans do what they will.