| The 12 Deciples |
[May. 15th, 2011|05:30 am] |
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This is one of those nights that will go down in my history books as one of the greatest of my life. It started with a rendezvous point downtown meeting up with Tisse, Curtis and Michael then driving to, literally, this hole-in-the-wall called "Uncle Lou's". It was an empty space with a pool table scooted away most likely to make way for the performance of the evening. There was a small bar that one might find in a home, on a patio. The ceiling tiles were falling in, and the light switch was not that at all, but a simple twist of the bulb did the trick. It was the sort of place that I would think to find in a movie about overdosing junkies and where they might go to get their next fix. Apparently, Uncle Lou's has been around for 6-years, impressive.
The Diamond Dolls were the opening, and only, gig for the evening. Paul and David [or was it Dave?] played what I could only describe as a mix of Yip-Yip and Micheal Jackson. Our crew grew by one as we met up with Darren, from Urban ReThink. A great guy, he reminds me of myself.
It was 8:15-ish when the Diamond Dolls finished up, we said our goodbyes to Paul, who performed beautifully, by-the-way. Heading to our next stop, we listened to some decent tunes Micheal has on his phone. I don't know what it was, but it was appropriate. Arriving at The White House--a real white house where the owner has built a performance theater inside--, three of us had never been, and, arriving late, we weren't sure what to expect, or what the protocol was. We waited for Tisse and Darren to park the cars because surely they would know what to do. I grabbed a bit of juice and we were escorted inside where we were met by sounds of screeching instruments. As Curtis later put it, it looked like a Japanese man sitting at a drum set having a seizure, with the sounds mellowing out and surprising some from our group. If you were to watch a movie, but only listen to the soundtrack, then perhaps you can understand what you may have heard if you were there, too. That's the best way to describe it: as a movie soundtrack.
We mingled for a bit after the show and then made our journey downtown. Stopping at Mucho's, we had a nice dinner and talked a lot about bleeding from the butt. It seemed that many of our conversations ended with someone bleeding from the butt. I guess you had to be there. The Chimmichanga does not disappoint, and I can't believe the prices there: soo cheap!
After Mucho's, we were walking toward downtown when we stopped in at The Abbey. It's a huge open space, very posh, and smelled amazing. Some of the crew were checking out the space, I was checking out the babes, of course. haha We thought a band was going to play, but that didn't happen in the time we were there, so we left. Darren broke off from the group, but we gained about 6-more on our way to I-Bar.
On our walk to I-Bar, Curtis picks up this tree branch and starts walking with it as if it was a part of his outfit. High fashion, yes. haha Michael, who was shortly named Jesus [the G-kind, not the Hey kind], made his acquiescence with two lovely ladies from New York by simply complementing them on their shoes. That's a tip I put into my hat. haha They, and Curtis with his tree branch, exchanged banter until one of the girls finally grabs the branch and starts walking with it. It was an incredible gesture, I thought. Walking along, we hear somebody yell Micheal's name and this is when our group grew to something like 12-ish.
When we get to I-Bar, the lovely Murphii [the door person there], asked me how many in my group and then let us all in without a cover charge. That was amazing. There are these little things in life that I really appreciate and being appreciated is one of them. Because, frankly, I didn't know everyone who just joined our group, one young man, I don't know how to spell his name, introduced himself to me. I thought that was nice of him. It was sort of his way of thanking me for getting him in, but really it was all love from Murphii. haha She made me look good, at least. haha
I grabbed a cranberry juice from Arthur in the VooDoo Lounge and the rest went to see what-time-is-it-Roger at the rear bar. I was very chill at this point, and pretty much most of the time while there. The music was great, the company was great, the night simply could not get any better. Or could it? :)
Yes, it could, and it did.
I see Ryan, a long-time regular at I-Bar with whom I have danced with on a number of occasions. Not like danced with, but we have, at times, picked up a lady or two by strategically dancing around them--I won't get into it. Just know that the energy that Ryan gives off is totally positive and he's a great guy.
I wanted to go say hello to Alicia up in the lounge so I made my way in that direction. I waited a bit for her to finish up a large drink order when the one guy turns around and I recognize him. haha It's the [now former] bassist of Naome Bradshaw's band, Jeffrey. This guy plays a bass like it's a part of his body. He's got amazing talent. Anyway, he recognizes me and we're both psyched out at meeting like this--among mutual friends of friends. Good times.
I say hello to the beautiful Alicia, get a cranberry juice and make my way back downstairs.
I forget the name of the song, but it was a good one. I stepped out and through the people to meet up with Tisse and Curtis. Tisse grabbed my hand and it was like she turned on a switch that made my feet move. Then, Curtis joined in and we were doing sort of a hokey-pokey dance thing when I got the idea to turn it into a ring-around-the-rosie thing. We gained another person, and then her friend wanted in the middle, and then we gained two more people and two people in the middle. We danced around them like what I would imagine a bunch of flower children may have done back in the 60's in San Fransisco. IT WAS FUN! OMG, it was a completely spontaneous thing that each of us added our own flare to in order to connect with other people so then they, too, added their personal flare to it. It was a magical moment, one not found at Disney. :)
I have this problem. When I'm on the dance floor, and I see a girl who might be interested in me, I tend to turn my back to her. I've done it since the dawn of my time at I-Bar and I can't seem to break it. lol I mean, I do enjoy meeting and dancing with other people, but if I think she's interested interested, then I don't give her the pleasure. Tonight, it was one of our ring-around-the-rosie people. She was gorgeous. Flowing Indian black hair, gazable big brown eyes, a smile with teeth so perfect and lips so kissable. Wearing black and white, she was like heaven and hell wrapped inside a tiny package, but somebody forgot to put the warning sign on her. As Curtis later said, it was as if she was really wanting to be cool and have fun at the same time. I considered if she, too, was playing hard to get. I sincerely believe that she had some interest in me, but it was as if she was doing the same thing that I was doing to her. lol At this rate, I'll be single the rest of my life. lol
Overall, it was simply one of the greatest nights. On the way home, I thought about different experiences that where the exhilaration within me was equaled, which made me think of a few of the other greatest people in my life. I'm simply so fortunate to have made a connection with each of you. And while many of you have since moved far away, we are never far from each other if we look into our hearts and our memories.
Thank you to each of you with whom I spoke with tonight and who showed my friends and I a great time. <3 |
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| As a kid... |
[Oct. 13th, 2010|08:07 pm] |
When I was a kid, and living in Alabama, I used to go into the 2-acres of wooded land located behind my Great Grandfather's church and build forts. I have always had this love for building forts most likely ever since I saw the movie Swiss Family Robinson, visiting that attraction, as well as the tunnels in Frontier Land. Anyway, somehow, I managed to save up $500 and it was put into a savings account. When I needed material for the fort, such as aluminum siding, I withdrew $350 and paid for it. I'm glad my grandmother didn't not let me do it because it was a great experience and it kept me busy--along with being a project that I could start and finish on my own. For the lumber to hold up the aluminum, I cut down a couple of trees, stripped them, dug the holes, and tied them together with rope. I then nailed the aluminum up to these new posts.
Because I have a great imagination, and because my imagination was even more powerful when I was a kid, I once thought that I could live in this fort and forge off the food that I would either catch from the nearby pond, or shoot with my BB gun. I had it all planned out. How do I go to the bathroom? I built a latrine. How do I stay warm? I build a fireplace. How do I keep snakes out? I brought my dog. How do I generate electricity? I built a damn and used an old bicycle light generator. How do I get water? I could use a pump to pump water up to my fort, but I never figured this out.
Because I figured that I might catch more fish than I could eat in a sitting, and because my way of generating electricity would not sustain a refrigerator, I damned up a small stream located close to the fort using similar techniques that I had seen from the beaver damn located at the big pond nearby. I also dug out a little pond which was about 24-inches deep by 5-feet long by 3-feet wide. It was COOL!
When it was all said and done, I asked my grandmother to come down and look at it--she was my biggest fan at the time. She brought the video camera and I took her on the grand tour. I wonder if she still has that video. lol I was so ambitious.
Anyway, over the next few weekends I would go to the big pond and catch fish. I would put the fish into my little pond, which was neat. I wondered if they would stay alive in that pond, or even if the pond would stay together. I grew older and my interests switched from being back in the woods to working on electronic things, such as CB radios, car audio amplifiers, VCRs and T.V.s.
I guess it was about a year or so later I went back to the fort--which I never stayed the summer in, by-the-way--to find that the aluminum had fallen down because the posts rotted, the generator was rusted, the latrine fell apart, but the pond was still in tact. Seriously. It was so much in tact that I went down there and was still able to walk across the damn I built. After trying so hard to see if the fish were still in the pond, and making the assumption that a raccoon had come by for a snack, I began draining the water out of the pond. When the water got to about a foot high I was taken aback by what I saw. Not only had the fish survived, but they were HUGE! One fish that I caught was originally about 4-inches long was now about 10-inches long. It was AMAZING! How did they survive? It was muddy water. I didn't feed them. Yet, not only did they survive, but they grew. I now figure that they possibly ate worms that flowed into the pond from the stream that fed it. I was so excited! Even with the failure of the fort as a project, the theory of storing food alive in a pond nearby WORKED!
Good times |
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| The smartest |
[Oct. 1st, 2010|08:56 pm] |
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What constitutes being the smartest person in the world? Is it the ability to know as much as possible about a vast and diverse array of subjects? Or is it knowing everything one can know about one particular subject [physics]?
If you had 5-minutes with Stephen Hawking, what would you ask him? What if he didn't have an answer? lol |
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