Yesterday I drove to Milwaukee to see my doctor, get blood labs, and also sing with a band at a house. Tuesday night I was following the trouble there on the radio, as it had turned from a protest into a mob. I almost didn't go.
But I got a text message from the band guy and he said "Joey" would be there.
Joey...
Think Tony Danza with a slice of Eric Estrada. With long hair. He plays bass and sings good....
So I spent significant time on my legs, skin, and hair night before.
Went with short skirt, t-shirt, and sandals. Not too much obvious makeup since it was hot (have not yet progressed to priming and sealing aspects of cosmetic insanity)
My doctor visit was so positive. I'm starting to understand what's going on, and that she is willing to help me I already recieved my lab results (!) and my blood levels are in a more normal range.
So the plan is stay same dose. Also going to add P,
Appts and errands ran over so I arrived fashionably late for jamming. There were four other guys and me.
Joey came right up to me smiling and told me how good I looked!
I smiled, thanked him, and had to return the compliment. He looks real good for his age. Strong salt and pepper hair, cut much shorter now, with a small high ponytail. The man still has an edge. (Not your average grey hair ponytail look, ok)
We sang together easy. No discussion.
Joey took over these other guys' jam and never had to tell me one thing.
Afterwards i sat myself down next to him on the couch.
He said, "I've known you longer than you realize..."
To which i told him exactly where and when we met, in a bar I was playing at, and exactly what he had said to me. 23 years ago. He smiled and said "you remember!"
It was a fun interaction. He's more than 20 years my senior, lives a hundred miles from me, and has no car.
Handsome talented man though. Flashes of anger. I like him.
To wrap it up this critical supernews report- , I didn't longer too long, and made a run for the county line after curfew.
What a rebel
