Can You Hear Me Now?

Titles often elude me.

I really will do anything for a buck. Today’s career high: a client hired me to type her 8 (?) year old daughter’s book report for Time Cat.

Wednesday was another Hooters for lunch day. I am really liking that place. I don’t know if they simply hire exceptionally friendly and groovy waitresses or if they are just really glad to see some female customers once in awhile… but they sure are great. This one actually sat down at our table and yakked with us while she took our order. Mel was talking to her boss (Troy, my client) on her cell and mentioned we were having lunch, and when she told him at Hooters, he yelled “what are you doing THERE?!?” and she said “well, the food’s good…” and our waitress overheard and yelled out “and the women are HOT!” Hehe it was funny.

And speaking of large breasts, I experienced first hand yesterday the Power of the Cleavage. I worked at the pub in the afternoon, and normally I go there as my usual frumpy comfy self. Jeans and a sweater or plain shirt or whatever, totally covered up. I mean, I’m just up working in the office and low-cut is not my every-day style. Well, yesterday I dressed up because I was staying there into the evening, to watch Peter Katz perform. My outfit revealed the fact that yes, I do have breasts, and I can dress up and look nice, too. And the attention I got from the male “regulars” that always see me there on other days was pretty damn funny to me. Men are so predictable.

Q: What kind of bees give milk?
A: Boobies

When I arrived at the pub, I asked the waitress Rebecca to let me know if Peter arrived to set up while I was working upstairs. I wanted to get a CD immediately so I could listen to it and know more than a few songs before he hit the stage at 9:00. Sweetheart that Bec is, she came upstairs later and handed me both of Peter’s CDs, “I bought them for you.” Aw. When I was done working I came downstairs. Peter was still there doing his sound check, and when he saw me he said “are you Donna?” and gave me a big hug. He recognized me from his MySpace and we have a few buddies in common.

He was so sweet and friendly and approachable and huggy and nice.

I had a couple friends that were supposed to meet me there for dinner and the show, but when I was still sitting by myself at 8:30, I figured I should give them a call. “Oh,” he said “yeah… uh… no, we can’t come, we got unexpected company”. Well, THANKS FOR CALLING TO TELL ME. What is it with people?? I.DON’T.GET.IT. If you make plans with someone, and you’re not going to go after all for whatever reason (I don’t even care if it’s a lie such as “unexpected company”), you call them and let them know you won’t be making it. Just, you know, BASIC MANNERS. And, if you just forgot altogether that you had plans with said person so you don’t show up or call or anything, well, then, YOU SUCK. A girlfriend did this to me last week. We had lunch plans that we talked about all week, and we finalized them the day before. She would be picking me up at 12:15. So I am sitting here with my coat and shoes on ready to go at 12:15. By 12:40 I called her cell phone looking for her but got her voice mail. By 1:00 I decided to try her at home and she answered. After she realized why I was calling it was all “OH! I am SO SORRY! It’s been a day from hell, blah blah blah blah…”

You SUCK.

Anyway.

I told Rebecca she had to stay now. Which she did, because she has a crush on a guy that was there so we sat with him and his friends. Bec got really, really, really drunk and at one point was yelling into her cell phone while Peter was playing really slow, quiet songs that require your full attention. I was so embarrassed to be sitting with The Crazy. It’s okay though… she is forgiven because she didn’t take it too far, and prior to getting wasted she spent a good majority of the evening boosting my ego by telling me that I am the most amazing, inspiring, beautiful, cool etc. person she has ever known. Aw.

Peter was fantastic. I did not know he could sing like that, and his guitar playing is incredible. He was SO good, he put on quite the show. At one point he was about to play a song called “Taking on the World” and he pointed to me and said “this is for Donna”. (How did he know?) He also dedicated his song “Posters” to me after I requested it. I think that is one of the most beautiful songs ever written. (”Beautifully Undone” holds that official title).

Anyway, after the show I justified buying a T-shirt because I got the CDs for free. I didn’t stay for Carrie Catherine who was playing next, because it was late and I was tired, but they are back in a couple weeks and it’s on a Friday, so I will definitely stay for her set then. She sounded great during sound check!

I would seriously go see live music every night of my life if it was feasible.