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| Dream A Little Dream ... |
07/29/02 - I was talking to someone who said they hated getting old. Well, that’s strange. Though, I’m starting to feel a little guilty about having so much fun at my age. Really, who knew? I think it’s the way it’s supposed to be. I can’t seem to take things as seriously as I did in younger years. The adventures just keep coming, though maybe in a calmer sort of way. I’ve learned some self-control, but I can’t seem to pass an opportunity by, not completely anyway. A friend, who will remain nameless, asked me if he could borrow my pipe? papers? So why don’t YOU have any I asked? Must be our age? No, it’s more than that. But what the hell, for old times sake. So ingenuity saved the day. I’ll leave it to your own ingenuity to figure that one out. But with that, the adventure had begun. The shear loudness of the music had kept a lot of us regulars outside at the Pub that evening. Oh, the music was good ... locals, I’d been dancing and enjoying it. But it was way too loud. And, it was a warm evening. The perfect evening for a ride in a Camero with T roof. One just happened to be parked in front of where I was standing. The band had finished, it seemed a bit early. Would I like to go to the next town over ... there’s at least another hour left? Let’s go, seemed harmless enough, a regular and all. But something was happening, he reminded me of someone, wasn’t sure, too soon to know. There was a snack for the road ... Hershey’s with Almonds, yep, that will do. The ride was great, the stars were beautiful. We arrived at the destination, another Pub like atmosphere ... sort of. The crowd in front looked young, and the bouncer kind of gave us a strange look as we walked in. Well, we tried to walk in, the place was packed wall to wall with kids, well under 30’s anyway. It was a jungle in there ... OH, THAT’S IT ... Indiana Jones, he reminded me of Indiana Jones. We made our way slowly, all the way to the back. It was an interesting place, from what I could tell. But, I don’t think so. As we headed for the front, I lost his hand. Suddenly I felt something around my waist ... an arm, a totally tattooed arm. I looked up, into the eyes of a bald guy who seemed to be saying hubba hubba? Indie ... help! Our hands met ... and we were out of there. The bouncer was grinning as we left. I figured he’d bet we would only last two minutes. He won that one. It didn’t appear anything was happening in this next town over either, so we headed back. But not without the next adventure ... flashing lights, oh shit. First thing the officer said was, “Are you carrying guns?” Gees ... tell me no. He wasn’t. The officer must have been thinking the Indiana Jones thing too. Indie got out, the two of them talked for what seemed like forever. I was very quiet, very still. I had visions of having to call my son to come pick me up from Santa Rita Jail. But I should have known, my adventures never end that way. All was well, it appeared anyway. So my reward ... I got to drive the Camero. First, I had to play with all the buttons to adjust the seat ... up, down, back, forth, in, out ... something new, too fun. I enjoyed the drive, though I drive like an old lady, it was neat, a trip. I don’t think he was worried. I’m the most unthreatening person I know. I parked the Camero next to my “Classic.” We sat on the sidewalk of the deserted street, they were ready to roll it up. But then, there was music coming from down the street. Well, but of course, we had to check that out. It was nothing, Kariohke (I know that’s spelled wrong, damn spell checker) it was a cowboy bar. Oh well. But it’s all right now, learned my lesson well, can’t please everyone, so you’ve got to please yourself ... It was 2 a.m. we were yawning ... No time for love, Dr. Jones. And that was my adventure with Indiana Jones. No snakes, no rats, no need for a whip. A perfect gentleman. |