My OperaOh Happy Day!
Friday, July 2, 2004 4:02:28 AM
There is a god...and his name is Glen Miller. The plan of Stephanie coming over here didn't work, and it turns out that she had to go with her dad to help out downtown with the Glen Miller show. She told me the time it starts, coincidentally the same time she signed on. It sounded all too well, considering the father came home earlier than I originally expected.
Well, I couldn't get a ride there, so I ended up dragging good ole Greg with me. Everything was perfectly timed. We met at the same spot at the same time, made it to streets as soon as the Walk sign lit up, got to the choir booth just as Steph was walking back from wherever she got whatever she was drinking. What a sight for sore eyes she was. I was so happy to see her...on the inside, but for some reason, I really hesitate in reality. It's like starting completely over every time we meet. Damn my brain! Damn it all!
Well, that was fixed quickly, as my New York attitude came back and I felt more courage coming on. It was so damn nice to see her again. We walked past the large crowd of seniors and made our way to the back to find her dad. I said hi, he said hi and what's up. I said not much, how ya been? but I don't think he heard me. Greg, poor soul, talks too much. He stuck with us until just after the show started. Then he was pulled to the front of it all with the queen of evil but pretends to be a holy one.
So it was just me and Stephanie, finally. After a week. Got to see her. Oh yeah. Maka me a very happy person.
The show was semi-good. The good part was the catchy music and the bad part was the slow music. The fast music is what made me want to pick a trumpet up in the first place. Even though I quit Swing Band, to this day I still want to be one of those trumpet players when I see them on stage.
Did I mention how happy I was to see Stephanie? Well, I was pretty damn happy, if you haven't guessed it.
Yep...still happy.
Well, I hope tomorrow goes better than today. I'm gonna meet Steph at the new coffee shop downtown. Maybe even have my own money this time! >_>
c-ya
Well, I couldn't get a ride there, so I ended up dragging good ole Greg with me. Everything was perfectly timed. We met at the same spot at the same time, made it to streets as soon as the Walk sign lit up, got to the choir booth just as Steph was walking back from wherever she got whatever she was drinking. What a sight for sore eyes she was. I was so happy to see her...on the inside, but for some reason, I really hesitate in reality. It's like starting completely over every time we meet. Damn my brain! Damn it all!
Well, that was fixed quickly, as my New York attitude came back and I felt more courage coming on. It was so damn nice to see her again. We walked past the large crowd of seniors and made our way to the back to find her dad. I said hi, he said hi and what's up. I said not much, how ya been? but I don't think he heard me. Greg, poor soul, talks too much. He stuck with us until just after the show started. Then he was pulled to the front of it all with the queen of evil but pretends to be a holy one.
So it was just me and Stephanie, finally. After a week. Got to see her. Oh yeah. Maka me a very happy person.
The show was semi-good. The good part was the catchy music and the bad part was the slow music. The fast music is what made me want to pick a trumpet up in the first place. Even though I quit Swing Band, to this day I still want to be one of those trumpet players when I see them on stage.
Did I mention how happy I was to see Stephanie? Well, I was pretty damn happy, if you haven't guessed it.
Yep...still happy.
Well, I hope tomorrow goes better than today. I'm gonna meet Steph at the new coffee shop downtown. Maybe even have my own money this time! >_>
c-ya
