…with a Purse.

ROCKSTAR (LIFE) UPDATE:

ME: So, if I become a rockstar, do you think I can get a date?

MOM: Mikey… Oh, Mikey. You have to be a young rockstar. The girls that would be, now… although… Who did I read about? Some rockstar just got a bride, it’ll be his 4th wedding. You could. Nah, nevermind…

ME: You think I’m too old to be a rockstar?

MOM: Well, if you started earlier…

SISTER (Noni): Bon Jovi is still a rockstar?

NEPHEW (Noah): The ACDC people are old.

MOM: Yeah, but they’ve been rockstars for a long time. And you’re getting into it, maybe you should be like that guy, Buble, but I don’t really like him. …Sorry Mike… 
<<Something about Frank Sinatra and then the Beatles.>>

MOM: But if you came up with something “good” now, and would be different and unique.

ME: I know what’s different, we are now called the “Andy Damen Trioooo?”

MOM: Noooo Mikey, what did I say?

ME: Mom had a name that I was actually okay with, the McAndrews [.. Mc for Mike, Andrew, I guess for someone named Andrew.]

MOM: Better than the Andy Damen Trioooooo Question Mark Question Mark?

ME: Noooo, Single Question Mark, Andy Damen Trio?

MOM: Mikey, pass me the Vino, the Rufino Vino.

ME: So, do you think I can get a date?

<<Story continues with my mom and sister trying to come up with someone, there was mention of someone who is hospitalized, that might put up with me… then the conversation left the continent.>>

MOM: You need to marry a Polish girl. A Polish Engineer.             
Or a Nurse with a Purse.