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Thursday, August 18, 2022
I'm Meeting Someone
In the early days of newspaper ad dating, I agreed to meet at guy at Sparky's in SF. We described ourselves to one another on the phone ahead of time. He was 6 feet tall, with dark hair and blue eyes; I said I'd be wearing a blue sweater.
At the time of the date, I went to the restaurant and ordered a coffee at the counter from the waiter, telling him that I was meeting someone there. A tall guy with dark hair came in and told the waiter the same thing had said - that he was meeting someone.
I asked, "Are you Paul?" He looked at me and said, "Nope." A minute or so later, he left. I felt the blood rush to my face, since I was sure he had just bailed.
I was working up my nerve to ask for the bill so I could leave, when another tall guy walked in. I didn't say anything.
The waiter studiously wiped the counter down.
The guy kind of cleared his throat and said, "Um. Are you Darcy?"
The waiter burst out, "Oh, thank GOD!"
Friday, July 1, 2022
Video #2: Breaking Down in Mechanicsville
Mishaps have brought me some of my best memories. I really enjoyed making this video, partly just because of the process itself, but also because I spent some time remembering back when I was first on the tour. We didn't get travel or a hotel room included in our pay, so we would stay in groups, seven or eight to a room, sleeping on the floors and bribing the maids to bring us extra towels and hoping they didn't tell on us.
Funny that the memory of times like these -- car fires and sleeping on floors -- bring me such happiness. So, here is my story:
Sunday, May 12, 2019
He Who Represents Himself
Wednesday, May 1, 2019
A Story About Skipping
Stunned, I blinked at the woman across from me and asked, "Did you just see that?" She replied in similar tone of pleased wonder and without a note of sarcasm, "Yeah. He recycled!"
Monday, April 8, 2019
You Need SCOPE
“You need SCOPE in your BUTT!”
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
What've You Got in that Bag?
Anyway, when we got there, Mez said, "Uh-oh." A friend of his sister's, let's call her Cynthia, was at the play. She hated me, because she asked Mez out on a date about seven minutes after he and I started going out, so she felt like I had stolen him from her. She also hated me because I had been in a class with her in junior college, and I guess I was annoying, according to what she told Mez's sister, who told Mez, who then told me. This stressed me out. I couldn't even remember her, so I couldn't judge if maybe I had done something awful, which would make me terrible, or if I wasn't so bad, in which case she was unreasonable and maybe I wasn't so terrible. These were the types of things that bothered me in my twenties.
The play started and all I remember about it is that George and Dan were really good and that I was desperately suppressing coughs and swilling opiate cough syrup. Also, there was full frontal nudity by a guy in the cast (not George or Dan) and there was simulated pissing. Bet you haven't seen that.
So, after the play, I ran up to Dan and hugged him because I wanted to get away from Cynthia's dislike, and after chatting briefly, he said there was a girl in the audience who hated him, because she had asked out his boyfriend Joe, and Joe had told her he was gay and dating Dan. Of course, it was Cynthia. So, now I was the person who had stolen Mez and I was happily hugging the man she had just found out had stolen Prospect #2 from her, like, the night before.
I fled outside. George Roth was out there, talking to people. He had an opaque white paper bag, the size of a lunch bag, in his hands. Rather desperately, I said, jokingly, "What've got in that ba-a-a-ag? TOOTSIE POPS?"
George looked at me with a pleased expression. He reached into the bag and withdrew...a Tootsie Pop. He unwrapped it deliberately, showed it to me pointedly, put it in his mouth, nodded, and walked slowly away.