“What a night, huh?” I said as we sat beside each other on my couch later that evening.
“Yeah, job well done by everyone.”
We were having a little Kahlua coffee as a nightcap, heavy on the coffee.
“God, that Lady Gaga number was priceless. And what happened with the rabbit during the magic trick?” I asked, chuckling at the memory of the cute little bunny scampering away for its life, never to be seen again.
“The whole thing was hilarious, but dear Lord. Dad doing Madonna? I may never live that down. If my mother were still alive, though, she would have been right up there with him.” Tim shook his head in mock shame.
“Is that what you’ll be like when you’re in your sixties?”
“Maybe, so be warned.”
That comment made me sit up straight. “Wait, you said that like you think we…what exact
