The MM Incident
I woke up Wednesday morning with my head in the toilet. I was suffering from the mother of all hangovers, plus a cold hit me from out of nowhere. I felt like dying. Of course, the Lord wasn't so merciful and he let me learn my lesson the hard way. How was I going to move my equipment, let alone play loud music all night?
I somehow managed to drag my ass out of bed in the afternoon. Setting up was rather painful. I don't know mow many times I whined to whoever might give me the time of day. Nobody seemed to be too sympathetic. A couple Advil and a 2 hour nap had me feeling a bit better by 9:00, though my stomach was still irate with me. At least my headache was numbed. One thing for sure: I was not even going to dare drink tonight. We played well tonight -- for nearly nobody. It was dead in the Alamo. I wished for a crowd of 50 people to walk in. If there's anything Dave hates most, it would be playing to an empty room. Sure, it's depressing, but to me it felt more like a rehearsal. Judging by tonight's crowd, tomorrow could only get better. We played until 1:45, called it a night, and left in record time.
I woke up Thursday morning feeling 100% better. Though I still had a sore throat, anything was better than how I felt the previous morning. I ran various errands during the day, and met a few friends for coffee. Though catching up with old friends is all good in nature, there was still something -- somebody I hadn't spoken to in a few months, whom I had been dying to see again. MM. It's been a small secret, but I have been seriously crushing over her for at least 5 years... We have been going to the same school for a number of years, I haven't seen her since I left University, and since it seems that I can never find her, maybe it could be possible for her to find me. But that required 2 things: A phone call, and a lot of guts.
Surprisingly, both came quite easily. I called, and when she was put on the line, she was extremely happy to hear from me. "I thought you were on tour!" was the first thing she said to me. I explained to her that though we traveled quite a bit, we returned to the Hat for a couple days each week. I told her we were in town for this week and that we were playing in the Alamo that night. She freaked. I didn't have to invite her to come & watch. "I'll be there!" she said, though I had a gut feeling she was trying to blow me off in the nicest way possible. We spoke on the phone for about another 10 minutes, when we let each other go. Regardless of whether she shows up tonight or not, I am happy that I called her.
A few hours passed, and I found myself back at the Alamo for evening number two. No liquor tonight either. I played so well last night that I didn't want to ruin tonight by getting drunk. There were more people at the bar by the time we played our first song, compared to last night. The crowd was generally younger as well. We won the ears and hearts of a few tables right from the beginning. They were these two cute girls who were shooting pool and continually throwing requests in our direction. The blonde was really smiling at me.
I really didn't know what was going through my head at the time, but I think I was pretty sure I was saying to myself, "Here we go again." The Blonde came up to Arleen and said "I'm breaking up with my boyfriend, so could you please play 'Any Man of Mine?'" Arleen thought the better choice of song would be "I'm Outta Here". Regardless, to appease our blonde beauty, we played "Any Man of Mine". We had a few dancers on the floor, and there was one girl who whom I thought I recognized. MM! She made it! My heart was pounding, and I was grinning from ear to ear. We played the remainder of our set, and once we were finished, I immediately started walking in the direction of MM's table. I began walking from the stage, and I noticed the blonde batting her eyelashes at me. I smiled and walked past her. I had more important matters to attend to. I nearly spent the entirety of the break with MM and her friends. We mostly had a casual conversation -- that is, flirting was down to a minimum. But then, she was always a tough flirt. It was a good catching-up-with-old-buddies kind of session. And that really didn't bother me.
Then the conversation changed moods. The blonde walked past us -- likely trying to grab my attention, and I said to MM: "That girl has been batting her eyes at me." Now, MM's response was peculiar. She said: "I don't really know why anyone would want to date someone in a band." I felt a little dejected, like I was shot down in flames.
Now, this reminded me of the proverb: "Always make your words extra sweet, because you'll never know when you'll have to eat them." And that's exactly what MM did. She realized what she had said, stopped dead in her tracks, and her face turned a little red in embarrassment. Now, although she didn't say much in response to that, what she did say spoke volumes. "Well, except for you... You're different. You're a Rez Babe." I replied: "Rez Babe; I like the sound of that." It wasn't until after she left the bar that I discovered what she did say to me -- unbeknownst to myself and to her. The powers of deduction clearly told me that she does consider me as dateable material. The woman whom I have hopelessly chased for five years told me -- with what she didn't say -- that she has either liked me in the past, still likes me, or would at least get to know me better! At least, my efforts have not been in vain.
Of course, knowing my luck, I realized this only a little too late. I am confident that we will cross paths again. Maybe not this week, and maybe not next, but we will see each other again before the summer ends, and we will pick up where we left off.
The rest of the night was uneventful. MM left soon after we began our second set. The crowd dwindled and died. Even the cute blonde left. The bar was vacant as a ghost town, and we still had to play. We finished again at 1:45 am. We managed one of the quickest breakdowns I could ever remember, and was home at 3:00. I have a day to rest before we hit the road again. I am curious to see if tomorrow's festivities will involve alcohol.
I somehow managed to drag my ass out of bed in the afternoon. Setting up was rather painful. I don't know mow many times I whined to whoever might give me the time of day. Nobody seemed to be too sympathetic. A couple Advil and a 2 hour nap had me feeling a bit better by 9:00, though my stomach was still irate with me. At least my headache was numbed. One thing for sure: I was not even going to dare drink tonight. We played well tonight -- for nearly nobody. It was dead in the Alamo. I wished for a crowd of 50 people to walk in. If there's anything Dave hates most, it would be playing to an empty room. Sure, it's depressing, but to me it felt more like a rehearsal. Judging by tonight's crowd, tomorrow could only get better. We played until 1:45, called it a night, and left in record time.
I woke up Thursday morning feeling 100% better. Though I still had a sore throat, anything was better than how I felt the previous morning. I ran various errands during the day, and met a few friends for coffee. Though catching up with old friends is all good in nature, there was still something -- somebody I hadn't spoken to in a few months, whom I had been dying to see again. MM. It's been a small secret, but I have been seriously crushing over her for at least 5 years... We have been going to the same school for a number of years, I haven't seen her since I left University, and since it seems that I can never find her, maybe it could be possible for her to find me. But that required 2 things: A phone call, and a lot of guts.
Surprisingly, both came quite easily. I called, and when she was put on the line, she was extremely happy to hear from me. "I thought you were on tour!" was the first thing she said to me. I explained to her that though we traveled quite a bit, we returned to the Hat for a couple days each week. I told her we were in town for this week and that we were playing in the Alamo that night. She freaked. I didn't have to invite her to come & watch. "I'll be there!" she said, though I had a gut feeling she was trying to blow me off in the nicest way possible. We spoke on the phone for about another 10 minutes, when we let each other go. Regardless of whether she shows up tonight or not, I am happy that I called her.
A few hours passed, and I found myself back at the Alamo for evening number two. No liquor tonight either. I played so well last night that I didn't want to ruin tonight by getting drunk. There were more people at the bar by the time we played our first song, compared to last night. The crowd was generally younger as well. We won the ears and hearts of a few tables right from the beginning. They were these two cute girls who were shooting pool and continually throwing requests in our direction. The blonde was really smiling at me.
I really didn't know what was going through my head at the time, but I think I was pretty sure I was saying to myself, "Here we go again." The Blonde came up to Arleen and said "I'm breaking up with my boyfriend, so could you please play 'Any Man of Mine?'" Arleen thought the better choice of song would be "I'm Outta Here". Regardless, to appease our blonde beauty, we played "Any Man of Mine". We had a few dancers on the floor, and there was one girl who whom I thought I recognized. MM! She made it! My heart was pounding, and I was grinning from ear to ear. We played the remainder of our set, and once we were finished, I immediately started walking in the direction of MM's table. I began walking from the stage, and I noticed the blonde batting her eyelashes at me. I smiled and walked past her. I had more important matters to attend to. I nearly spent the entirety of the break with MM and her friends. We mostly had a casual conversation -- that is, flirting was down to a minimum. But then, she was always a tough flirt. It was a good catching-up-with-old-buddies kind of session. And that really didn't bother me.
Then the conversation changed moods. The blonde walked past us -- likely trying to grab my attention, and I said to MM: "That girl has been batting her eyes at me." Now, MM's response was peculiar. She said: "I don't really know why anyone would want to date someone in a band." I felt a little dejected, like I was shot down in flames.
Now, this reminded me of the proverb: "Always make your words extra sweet, because you'll never know when you'll have to eat them." And that's exactly what MM did. She realized what she had said, stopped dead in her tracks, and her face turned a little red in embarrassment. Now, although she didn't say much in response to that, what she did say spoke volumes. "Well, except for you... You're different. You're a Rez Babe." I replied: "Rez Babe; I like the sound of that." It wasn't until after she left the bar that I discovered what she did say to me -- unbeknownst to myself and to her. The powers of deduction clearly told me that she does consider me as dateable material. The woman whom I have hopelessly chased for five years told me -- with what she didn't say -- that she has either liked me in the past, still likes me, or would at least get to know me better! At least, my efforts have not been in vain.
Of course, knowing my luck, I realized this only a little too late. I am confident that we will cross paths again. Maybe not this week, and maybe not next, but we will see each other again before the summer ends, and we will pick up where we left off.
The rest of the night was uneventful. MM left soon after we began our second set. The crowd dwindled and died. Even the cute blonde left. The bar was vacant as a ghost town, and we still had to play. We finished again at 1:45 am. We managed one of the quickest breakdowns I could ever remember, and was home at 3:00. I have a day to rest before we hit the road again. I am curious to see if tomorrow's festivities will involve alcohol.
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