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empallinmost of june 1990 was spent tooling around the apartment and going to work. weekend nights i would go see the rocky horror and more often then not get sucked into covering for whatever part was filled for the night.
the only thing out of that routine that really stands out was going to grungefest in norman with the chap that is currently the manager for the flaming lips. on the way there we were passed by one of the guys that did some of the side works for the band. after we got to the park in norman we ran into some one that kept calling my ride a pink boy mother scratcher and other harsh insults of a subgenius nature. once that was over we proceded to our seats. as the events were unfolding my attention kept being drawn away from front and center by a redhead that was front and right. again because its what i do. i was told several times that i should go and talk to her and things of that nature but it never happened. the band that was on stage featured a singer who reminded me of jason ringenberg of jason and the scorchers. at one point he was encouraging people to throw magically appearing eggs at him. this then led into a mud wrestling match between him and the very large man that did a lot of artwork for the flaming lips. somewhere i have pictures that show some of the wonderful chaos. being outdoors in the middle of the day just added to the oddity of the situation.
on the way back to okc from norman we stopped at crossroads mall so that he could get some raybans and i personally dont recall seeing him without them or something like them since that day. from there we stopped by his house to hang out for a little bit and because he needed to take care of somethings. now this is a man who had been selling me records since i was 15 or 16 so i really wanted to see his personal collection. what i saw was a collectors collection. mutliple copies of multiple records because they were different versions. i also saw why i was not able to find certian things in the stores he worked. to this day i still have not seen that much green on red in one single location. i was also fascinted by this black felix the cat clock they had on their living room wall. i assume this item was one his wife picked out but i could be wrong. while i was standing there watching it a frizzy haired fellow came over from the from the other side of the duplex to ask about some mundane something. introductions were not need because i knew very well who he was and there was a only a very slight chance that he remembered me interviewing him/them in the bathroom at nates a couple of years previous. if not feh no loss on that memory. while the conversation was going on between those two the one continued to wear the 3-d glasses he had walked in wearing. after that was over it was home with me.
things continued as they were until the first weekend in july. that weekend was a pretty good year. while everyone was milling about after rhps let out on friday i ended up talking to these two young girls. younger then me by a year or two so young. one of them decided she wanted me to have her phone number and also that she should have mine. i gave her my notebook where she used almost a whole page to write her name and number and then had her friend write hers as well in what room was left. they left and i went on my merry way.
on saturday my phone was rang by the one but i really was able to answer though i sat there listening as she left a message that basically said please call. i figured if i didnt see her at the show that night i would try to get my courage up later in the week. it had nothing to do with coolness or lack of interest. she was pretty enough and "bob" know i have never been cool. i just dont deal well with a lot of things. that happened to be one of them. the facts that i did not recognize those two as regulars to the show made it even more awkward for me.
when they failed to appear at the show that night i took it a lot more personally then i should have but that went out the window pretty quickly. for starters the one cast member that i could never talk to was there and she was always a distraction. too bad she was also taken. or so i assumed. then after the show that night instead of milling about i ended up making out with one of the other cast members who was a good friend of the girl that stole my virginity [well she sure didnt earn it]. so i was more comfortable talking to her since i had known her for some time by then. well after she decided she needed to go home to get some sleep before church the next day i could not go home. so i went to dennys on 39th to see who i could still run into.
when i got there i ended up sitting with these three guys that were usually at the show [and because i am repeating here and its really funny to those who know their names were cliff john and allen] until a friend from high school walked in. i went over and gave her a hug and she introduced me to her friend. and to that i said i had met her before not even thinking until after the fact how cheezey that sounded. i then proceded to ask her how the wife and kids were. i was in very odd spirits so i just went. they got seated at the counter and i just kind of followed.
the three of us sat there talking until right before sunrise about everything under the son. work travel religion etc etc etc. at somepoint i went over and grabbed my drink and such from the table i had been sitting at and said goodnight to those fellows at they left. i must have been quite engrossed in the conversation with this girl because i dont recall much from this friend from high school. though she was never really a friend of mine. just happened to know most of the same people i did in our schools. that kind of thing. we talked on the phone occassionally but that was about it. there are actually a couple of pictures that were taken that night on my fancy disc camera.
something about this young woman just in from far away places nagged at some familiar place in the back of my mind and i had to figure it out. when we left i asked my friend from high school to give me her number again because i lost it or something and thankfully she knew what i was really asking and so also wrote down the number for this other girl. not that i really needed it. she had said where she worked and all that other jazz so i could find her easy enough if i chose and if i got the nerve. this just made things easier. so off it was into the parking lot into the sunrise into our seperate empty beds. for the last time in a long time.
the only thing out of that routine that really stands out was going to grungefest in norman with the chap that is currently the manager for the flaming lips. on the way there we were passed by one of the guys that did some of the side works for the band. after we got to the park in norman we ran into some one that kept calling my ride a pink boy mother scratcher and other harsh insults of a subgenius nature. once that was over we proceded to our seats. as the events were unfolding my attention kept being drawn away from front and center by a redhead that was front and right. again because its what i do. i was told several times that i should go and talk to her and things of that nature but it never happened. the band that was on stage featured a singer who reminded me of jason ringenberg of jason and the scorchers. at one point he was encouraging people to throw magically appearing eggs at him. this then led into a mud wrestling match between him and the very large man that did a lot of artwork for the flaming lips. somewhere i have pictures that show some of the wonderful chaos. being outdoors in the middle of the day just added to the oddity of the situation.
on the way back to okc from norman we stopped at crossroads mall so that he could get some raybans and i personally dont recall seeing him without them or something like them since that day. from there we stopped by his house to hang out for a little bit and because he needed to take care of somethings. now this is a man who had been selling me records since i was 15 or 16 so i really wanted to see his personal collection. what i saw was a collectors collection. mutliple copies of multiple records because they were different versions. i also saw why i was not able to find certian things in the stores he worked. to this day i still have not seen that much green on red in one single location. i was also fascinted by this black felix the cat clock they had on their living room wall. i assume this item was one his wife picked out but i could be wrong. while i was standing there watching it a frizzy haired fellow came over from the from the other side of the duplex to ask about some mundane something. introductions were not need because i knew very well who he was and there was a only a very slight chance that he remembered me interviewing him/them in the bathroom at nates a couple of years previous. if not feh no loss on that memory. while the conversation was going on between those two the one continued to wear the 3-d glasses he had walked in wearing. after that was over it was home with me.
things continued as they were until the first weekend in july. that weekend was a pretty good year. while everyone was milling about after rhps let out on friday i ended up talking to these two young girls. younger then me by a year or two so young. one of them decided she wanted me to have her phone number and also that she should have mine. i gave her my notebook where she used almost a whole page to write her name and number and then had her friend write hers as well in what room was left. they left and i went on my merry way.
on saturday my phone was rang by the one but i really was able to answer though i sat there listening as she left a message that basically said please call. i figured if i didnt see her at the show that night i would try to get my courage up later in the week. it had nothing to do with coolness or lack of interest. she was pretty enough and "bob" know i have never been cool. i just dont deal well with a lot of things. that happened to be one of them. the facts that i did not recognize those two as regulars to the show made it even more awkward for me.
when they failed to appear at the show that night i took it a lot more personally then i should have but that went out the window pretty quickly. for starters the one cast member that i could never talk to was there and she was always a distraction. too bad she was also taken. or so i assumed. then after the show that night instead of milling about i ended up making out with one of the other cast members who was a good friend of the girl that stole my virginity [well she sure didnt earn it]. so i was more comfortable talking to her since i had known her for some time by then. well after she decided she needed to go home to get some sleep before church the next day i could not go home. so i went to dennys on 39th to see who i could still run into.
when i got there i ended up sitting with these three guys that were usually at the show [and because i am repeating here and its really funny to those who know their names were cliff john and allen] until a friend from high school walked in. i went over and gave her a hug and she introduced me to her friend. and to that i said i had met her before not even thinking until after the fact how cheezey that sounded. i then proceded to ask her how the wife and kids were. i was in very odd spirits so i just went. they got seated at the counter and i just kind of followed.
the three of us sat there talking until right before sunrise about everything under the son. work travel religion etc etc etc. at somepoint i went over and grabbed my drink and such from the table i had been sitting at and said goodnight to those fellows at they left. i must have been quite engrossed in the conversation with this girl because i dont recall much from this friend from high school. though she was never really a friend of mine. just happened to know most of the same people i did in our schools. that kind of thing. we talked on the phone occassionally but that was about it. there are actually a couple of pictures that were taken that night on my fancy disc camera.
something about this young woman just in from far away places nagged at some familiar place in the back of my mind and i had to figure it out. when we left i asked my friend from high school to give me her number again because i lost it or something and thankfully she knew what i was really asking and so also wrote down the number for this other girl. not that i really needed it. she had said where she worked and all that other jazz so i could find her easy enough if i chose and if i got the nerve. this just made things easier. so off it was into the parking lot into the sunrise into our seperate empty beds. for the last time in a long time.
