It's the night before the Meadowlands gig, and I'm here with JSCLutheran, fellow Queen fan, in the Albany apartment, playing Queen rarities and generally being overexcited about said gig tomorrow night. I suppose we will tailgate, find a disposable grill and make meat dishes, and I will take pictures of fellow Queeniacs. I've had a little too much Pinot Noir, [morning after note: so much so, evidently, I spelled it with initial caps; I'll stet it to chronicle my buzzedness] and not enough pasta dishes.

Normally here on my News page, I do not "blog." Tonight, dear readers, I will make an exception. Deep Image Poet Christopher Connelly is here, Eric my Best Man will be in Jersey to meet us in parking lot 21 or 22, Maze is along of course, and I am beside myself in happiness to see Brian and Roger rock the eff on. I will report in a few days about my life-changing--or -affirming--experience. Meantime, rock the eff on.