So, it’s Trains turn. And I am sitting in the parking lot at Wendy’s, eating a single with cheese, no onions, no tomatoes, fries, and a Dr Pepper as I am staring at a tattoo shop. I vaguely remember thinking that I would get a tattoo there but I’m 42 and I don’t have any tattoos. This song was playing:
I first have to share this song because I am 12 years old every time I hear it but 42 year old Jen is different than 12 year-old Jenny and I no longer can sing along because it’s too many words in my mouth. 12-year-old Jenny did not have MS, oh, wait, maybe I did:
I prefer Train songs from the early 2000s. That’s when I found out that Pat Monahan has a harry chest when he was walking around shirtless. For the first time, I didn’t mind it! This is my favorite picture from seeing them live!:
