The Never Forget Saturday Night

Dear Friends, Dear Family, Dear Philly,

There is no way to explain Saturday Night.  These past few days I have tried to put it together and I just shake my head and well up a little. To those of you who took the time to come down to Yards and sit through this unknown thing: Thank you for showing faith in me. To those who expressed interest but couldn’t make it work: There will be a next time soon.  Before Saturday night there was nothing to it.  Just some hopeful ideas and a sucker shot of fear.  Three days later now, and what am I sitting on but an actual fucking thing. It is moving through this world with mass and momentum.  It needed you, (I needed you really) and you showed the fuck up.  Unbelievable.  I see all of your faces out there in front of me and your eyes are bright and beautiful.  They are showing me the way still.   This thing is like a baby I need to give it away, so tender and new.  All of it scares me.  But after Saturday night I’m less afraid. I have you all to thank for that. Even if you didn’t make it down, the idea that you reached out and gave it thought, tried to get a sitter and make it work.  That is enough. Thank you again. I won’t ever forget Saturday Night. I just wish I had remembered to take a picture of all of you out there standing with me, right up front. My partners in crime. And yeah, we are all an “us” now. Like always. Go Birds.

With Love,

G

Fox Chase Boy, The Game Room at Yards Brewery February 2, 2019