You Don't Bring Me Flowers...Anymore

I live a pretty happy life. I have good friends and good family and good memories. And every once in a while those three good things converge into one perfect night.

Last night, I went with some of my whacky friends, with a dash of family (and soon-to-be-family) to see The Black Diamond. The Black Diamond is a Neil Diamond tribute singer who we'd seen fliers for around town, but never actually met anyone who'd seen him. He was becoming the stuff of legends.

Then one night while out with CT and Team H, we discovered he would be playing my birthday weekend at a local bar.

Now, sure, there was a pretty good chance that the whole evening would turn into Mockstock 08. 'Cause the real Neil Diamond is farcy enough. A "tribute singer" - hmmm...

All I can say is - The Black Diamond is quite simply - DELICIOUS.

We were with a friend who kept saying he didn't know any Neil Diamond songs until, well, The Black Diamond launched into the next number - and our friend became aware that he knew every Neil Diamond song and could even sing along.

And that is where my conclusion comes in - Neil Diamond rocks. The Black Diamond rocks. And anyone who doesn't believe, well, check out our neighborhood tribute singer as he hits Vegas. It'll be like you done went to sleep an atheist and woke up singing in the church choir.

God bless the deliciousness of The Black Diamond.