Post by David on Aug 30, 2010 16:11:07 GMT -5
Chapter 3: Trying to forget
Randy and I went out for a good steak dinner then he took me out to this local club called The Hardware Bar that had a live band to do a little partying. I really enjoy checking out the local talent. There are so many great bands out there that never get signed and some shitty ones that somehow make it through. It’s all about who you know and being at the right place at the right time in the music business. I like to support the local talent pool. I came really close a few times. We did back up a lot of big name bands back in the day. With my band Crème Soda we had HBO pictures come out to a club to film us for a few select songs during the night to possibly put into a movie. It would just as a band playing in a club. It was really cool having all the cameras there rolling and the crowd really ate it up having HBO there. It was a fun night. Unfortunately a few days after the filming, the guitar player and I got into a major argument and I quit the band. They replaced me, but the band broke up for good just a month later.
Anyway, the club was half full, and the band was not too bad. Not as heavy as I usually like to listen to, but I can appreciate good musicians no matter what the genre. Randy was also single like me so he was on the prowl looking for some hot chicks. However, I couldn’t seem to get my mind off the amazing woman I had met at Starbucks earlier in the day. I just kept trying to think of a way I could find her.
Randy could see that I was still distraught over Kelly. He said “come on Dave. Lighten up man. It’s only a girl. There are tons of girls out there. He just didn’t understand what an amazing, interesting girl she was. Had he met her: he would understand. It’s driving me crazy. Randy then walked over with a couple shots of jagermeister in his hand. I’ve never been much of a drinker. I do occasionally have a few, but very rarely get drunk. I don’t like to not be in control of my actions. A lot of times, even when I’m drunk I will try really hard to act like I’m not. Tonight however, I really could use a few drinks. We not only drank those shots, but had 3 more each over the next hour along with drinking 3 or 4 more bud lights. I wasn’t feeling any pain.
Now I was drunk and still thinking about Kelly. Randy then said “OK. Let’s go”. I replied “where to?”. He said “We, my friend are going to a place called The Gentlemen’s Club 10. It’s a local strip club. That will get your mind off Kelly”. I didn’t think it would, but off we went. It was a nice enough place, but my mind was just not into it. I have very little respect for strippers, but of course I’ve been to the clubs quite a few times. I know: then why do I go to them? They serve their purpose. I only went to them if I was single. I never went to one when I was married or in a relationship unless they went with me. There is no way my ex-wife would ever even step foot into one, but I did have a couple girlfriends over the years that were really into it. The girls were nice looking enough and Randy even bought me a couple lap dances, but it didn’t even come close to getting my mind off Kelly. We finally called it a night and I was looking forward to getting a good night’s sleep.
Over the next couple of days I went back to the same starbucks at the same time that I had seen Kelly there each day. I was hoping to run into her again, but no luck. I even sat there with my laptop and did some work for a couple hours each time. I guess it was just not meant to be.
On Tuesday, Randy and I headed to New York. I had never been there before which was surprising because I did so much touring back in the 80”s with my band. We just never made it there. I’ve always wanted to go. So off we went. It was a great time. I got to see Times Square. There was a place down there where we could buy half price Broadway shows tickets. Of course I had to take advantage of that. I’ve always wanted to go to a Broadway show. Also had to check out the Statue of Liberty, Rockefeller Center, and The Empire State Building which unfortunately is now the tallest building since the 9/11 incident. Of course I had to visit ground zero which was actually a pretty emotional experience. I also went to China Town and Little Italy and had some amazing food.
My visit with Randy was coming to an end. All in all, it was a really fun week. I had a great time with Randy and it was great to see him again. He is a good friend. I’ve known him for over 25 years and he has always been the kind of friend that you could count on for anything. Hopefully it won’t be another year before I see him again.
I packed up my stuff and headed back to the airport to catch my flight back to Michigan. I was sitting there waiting for them to call out that they were ready for boarding the plane and just started thinking about the whole trip. Then started thinking about the amazing conversation that I had with Kelly. Finally they said that the plane was almost ready for boarding. Right after they said that, I remembered two things. The first was that billboard that I had seen on my drive into Wilkes-Barre. The one that was advertising the Ballet that was to be performed this Saturday which was tomorrow. The second thing I remembered was Kelly telling me that she was a Ballerina, and that she went to school at Wilkes University. Could it be that easy? Could she possibly be performing in that same Ballet that was advertised on the billboard? If I get on that plane now: there is no way I could live with myself thinking what if she was in that Ballet and I miss a chance to see her again. I jumped up immediately without hesitation, rented another car, and drove my ass back to Wilkes-Barre and checked into The Hilton Garden Inn which was only a couple of miles from the University.
I was excited that I might have really found a way to possibly see her again. Then I started thinking if I was doing the right thing. What if I was reading her signals wrong? What if she didn’t want to see me again? Maybe she was just being nice. If that’s the case, she is going to think that I’m some kind of crazy stalker or something. Should I just go catch another flight home? It was hard to get to sleep that night. I was running so many scenarios through my head on how it would go. I think I finally passed out around 4am.
Randy and I went out for a good steak dinner then he took me out to this local club called The Hardware Bar that had a live band to do a little partying. I really enjoy checking out the local talent. There are so many great bands out there that never get signed and some shitty ones that somehow make it through. It’s all about who you know and being at the right place at the right time in the music business. I like to support the local talent pool. I came really close a few times. We did back up a lot of big name bands back in the day. With my band Crème Soda we had HBO pictures come out to a club to film us for a few select songs during the night to possibly put into a movie. It would just as a band playing in a club. It was really cool having all the cameras there rolling and the crowd really ate it up having HBO there. It was a fun night. Unfortunately a few days after the filming, the guitar player and I got into a major argument and I quit the band. They replaced me, but the band broke up for good just a month later.
Anyway, the club was half full, and the band was not too bad. Not as heavy as I usually like to listen to, but I can appreciate good musicians no matter what the genre. Randy was also single like me so he was on the prowl looking for some hot chicks. However, I couldn’t seem to get my mind off the amazing woman I had met at Starbucks earlier in the day. I just kept trying to think of a way I could find her.
Randy could see that I was still distraught over Kelly. He said “come on Dave. Lighten up man. It’s only a girl. There are tons of girls out there. He just didn’t understand what an amazing, interesting girl she was. Had he met her: he would understand. It’s driving me crazy. Randy then walked over with a couple shots of jagermeister in his hand. I’ve never been much of a drinker. I do occasionally have a few, but very rarely get drunk. I don’t like to not be in control of my actions. A lot of times, even when I’m drunk I will try really hard to act like I’m not. Tonight however, I really could use a few drinks. We not only drank those shots, but had 3 more each over the next hour along with drinking 3 or 4 more bud lights. I wasn’t feeling any pain.
Now I was drunk and still thinking about Kelly. Randy then said “OK. Let’s go”. I replied “where to?”. He said “We, my friend are going to a place called The Gentlemen’s Club 10. It’s a local strip club. That will get your mind off Kelly”. I didn’t think it would, but off we went. It was a nice enough place, but my mind was just not into it. I have very little respect for strippers, but of course I’ve been to the clubs quite a few times. I know: then why do I go to them? They serve their purpose. I only went to them if I was single. I never went to one when I was married or in a relationship unless they went with me. There is no way my ex-wife would ever even step foot into one, but I did have a couple girlfriends over the years that were really into it. The girls were nice looking enough and Randy even bought me a couple lap dances, but it didn’t even come close to getting my mind off Kelly. We finally called it a night and I was looking forward to getting a good night’s sleep.
Over the next couple of days I went back to the same starbucks at the same time that I had seen Kelly there each day. I was hoping to run into her again, but no luck. I even sat there with my laptop and did some work for a couple hours each time. I guess it was just not meant to be.
On Tuesday, Randy and I headed to New York. I had never been there before which was surprising because I did so much touring back in the 80”s with my band. We just never made it there. I’ve always wanted to go. So off we went. It was a great time. I got to see Times Square. There was a place down there where we could buy half price Broadway shows tickets. Of course I had to take advantage of that. I’ve always wanted to go to a Broadway show. Also had to check out the Statue of Liberty, Rockefeller Center, and The Empire State Building which unfortunately is now the tallest building since the 9/11 incident. Of course I had to visit ground zero which was actually a pretty emotional experience. I also went to China Town and Little Italy and had some amazing food.
My visit with Randy was coming to an end. All in all, it was a really fun week. I had a great time with Randy and it was great to see him again. He is a good friend. I’ve known him for over 25 years and he has always been the kind of friend that you could count on for anything. Hopefully it won’t be another year before I see him again.
I packed up my stuff and headed back to the airport to catch my flight back to Michigan. I was sitting there waiting for them to call out that they were ready for boarding the plane and just started thinking about the whole trip. Then started thinking about the amazing conversation that I had with Kelly. Finally they said that the plane was almost ready for boarding. Right after they said that, I remembered two things. The first was that billboard that I had seen on my drive into Wilkes-Barre. The one that was advertising the Ballet that was to be performed this Saturday which was tomorrow. The second thing I remembered was Kelly telling me that she was a Ballerina, and that she went to school at Wilkes University. Could it be that easy? Could she possibly be performing in that same Ballet that was advertised on the billboard? If I get on that plane now: there is no way I could live with myself thinking what if she was in that Ballet and I miss a chance to see her again. I jumped up immediately without hesitation, rented another car, and drove my ass back to Wilkes-Barre and checked into The Hilton Garden Inn which was only a couple of miles from the University.
I was excited that I might have really found a way to possibly see her again. Then I started thinking if I was doing the right thing. What if I was reading her signals wrong? What if she didn’t want to see me again? Maybe she was just being nice. If that’s the case, she is going to think that I’m some kind of crazy stalker or something. Should I just go catch another flight home? It was hard to get to sleep that night. I was running so many scenarios through my head on how it would go. I think I finally passed out around 4am.