Oh dear me!

Jazzer's picture

What a way to start off the morning.

I get up today to help out at the school for the orchestra festival, and while I'm milling around, waiting for things to happen, my Mom calls me.

It turns out, that my grandpa back home had a stroke. Geez, just what I need! I have a concert, a big solo, and this orchestra festival to worry about, and here we have this big huge thing that tops 'em all!

Things are OK with him, though. He's flirting with the nurses (good thing), and he's walking and talking. He's probably going to have to go into rehab, but the main thing is that he's all right. Yay for semi-happy endings!

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So the concert was a lot of fun. My solo sucked, but people really seemed to like it. If they're happy, I'm happy. :-D I get another chance at it tomorrow, so I'm going to try and make the most of it.

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Oh. My. Gosh. I can't f*cking believe it. I'm still in shock and awe.

"What the hell is she talking about?" some of you may be asking yourself.

Do you remember my last blog entry, where I gave the cute waitress boy my phone number and asked him to come to the choir concert? Well, I wasn't sure if he was going to come or not. I didn't hear from him all day. I waited. I checked my voicemail. Nothing.

"It figures," I said to myself. Of COURSE a cute boy like him wouldn't call me. If I had a dime for everytime a cute boy was supposed to call me and didn't, I'd be rich enough to buy us all pink Cadillacs.

The disappointment behind me, I decided to go on with the rest of my day. I called my friend Paul and made sure that he was still riding with me to the concert, and he was. We arranged to meet, and I hung up my cell phone.

I drove a little bit longer, and my phone rings.

"It must be his new cell phone number," I said to myself.

"Hello," I answered.

"Hi Mike," the unfamiliar voice said, "It's ________."

It was he!

"I just wanted to let you know that I won't be able to come to your concert tonight." He went on to explain that his folks were having some sort of family get-together, and he had to be there.

"Sorry I can't come, and sorry it took me so long to call you," he offered.

"Oh, that's quite all right. I'm just glad that you called and that I knew for sure. Thanks for letting me know," I said. "You know, you have my number and everything--you should give me a call sometime and..."

"...we should hang out or something," he said, completing my sentence for me.

We both thought it a good idea, and so I'm just waiting for him to call me sometime. I'm very optimistic that something will, in fact, happen. I am just TOTALLY shocked that he called me to let me know he WASN'T coming. Most boys would have just waited until they ran into me again sometime in the (distant) future and offer some lame excuse why he didn't come. Yay for social graces! :-D

Wish Momma luck, kids. Things are swell, things are great, gonna have the whole world on a plate. Starting here, starting now, honey, Everything's Comin' Up Roses!

See ya on the next one!



Beryl's picture


All the hat. It has magical properties. Good luck! (not that you'll need it!)