MY FAVORITE DUMPSTER

After the last bow, the last tear shed, and the last drink downed. We found ourselves wondering what we could've done to make it last longer. Whether the "short" time we'd spent together was enough, and if there were any way we could bring it all back. But it's over. It's 'finally' over.

I suppose it's been one of those "You don't know what you've got until it's gone" kinda things. Which makes me a little sad. The more I think of it, the more I want to turn back time and do it all again and see if the rush kicks in the second time. As Michael said to me "It became second Nature to us" which it must have, because I didn't feel the nerves kick in, I didn't feel anxious, or even happy. For some reason I'd grown numb.

 But cheers to the memories, because at the end of the day, it became one hell of a ride, and I'd never felt more privileged to experience it with such an amazing cast. My escape, my deep dark hole that I ran away to that ultimately became "The Wedding Singer" will always be remembered as My favorite Dumpster:

So tonight you made some mistakes

I'll admit you hit a few bumps

But I hate to see you like this

Down on your luck, down in the dumps

Though hope might seem in short supply

You have to move on

You have to try...

So come out of the dumpster

Don't leave me standing here

come out of the dumpster

it's okay the coast is clear

the cop cars are leaving

channel 5 has packed up its crew

so come out of the dumpster

I'll be right here waiting for you...

So you're back in the dumpster

well that's like a metaphor

everyone has a dumpster

a stumbling block they can't ignore

but to fight it makes you stronger

and someday you might stand

so come out of that dumpster

here, take a hold of my hand...