“There’s nothing so [b]plebian[/b] as the truth.” (via [url=www.fredlet.com]fredlet)
Wrap up Journal Con? Sure. I walked up toward the First Street bridge, then on over to Congress, and up to the [url=www.thehideout.org]Hideout. The new owner was just opening and had the music cranked up while he swept the place out. Classic rock.
I ordered up some coffee, chatted briefly about coffee and his new store then my cell rang.
[i]”Where the fuck are you?”[/i]
Good morning, sunshine, yes, I love you, too. It was Bubba Sean, worried that I wasn’t there.
“Look, you told me I had to be here at 9, you’re ass had better be here, too.”
Bubba Sean was just back from working at a show headlined by “Nickel back”? Still had his laminate from backstage around his neck. We floated around the hospitality suite, went in and laughed at the journal readings, several very priceless comments about Texas, then, Bubba Sean did the “closing service” with his street preacher bit. He opened up with, “Hi, I’m Sean, and I’m an alcoholic. No, I’m not confused about the meeting, I just hope someone will buy me a drink when we’re done….”
Some place in the middle, the [url=http://ineedawife.diaryland.com/]two [url=http://nueces.diaryland.com/oct82003.html]sisters read their road trip pieces, and it was as close to real performance piece as any other journal writers reading from their journals. The timing alternated between the two, each reading a bit and the way the two separate entries dovetailed was a darned cute. Rather well crafted, as well.
I was introduced to with some humor, “So you out-of-town guest, a strange guy came up to you, and asked your birthday?”
Regrets? Sure, I’d pulled together three entries that were yoked together over a few days, and I thought, a lot funnier. But without prior approval, I just didn’t figure it was a good idea to deviate from the committee’s plan. I’m just such a good team player.
From there, it was over to Little City for more real coffee. I have the ultimate blackmail picture, too, Bubba Sean with a coffee drink – topped with [i]pink[/i] whipped cream.
Back to the wrap, and it was up and off to Chuy’s for Greg & fredlet. Promised and finally delivered. While we were sitting there, I pointed out that I had all my children there. In a line, [url=www.devota.org]sweet Pisces, [url=www.crankyamy.com]Cranky Amy (Sagittarius), the [url=www.astrohore.org]’whore (Gemini), & [url=http://www.astrofish.net/xgreg/index.htm]capman (Capricorn). Children? Web pages I’ve started, anyway. Devota got a (web-page) make-over. Amy wants one, and so do the other kids. Only so much time in a day. We did get another shot of seanM by a dream car, about a 1965 Buick Riviera, and that image now graces his top header.
There were several important influential out-of-town guests, but I can’t pull together the URL’s for any of them at the moment. Big names. Damn if I recall much more than Taurus, Scorpio, Scorpio, and that Australian Sagittarius.
That was it. Off to the airport and other ports for some. Off to a trailer for me. Bubba Sean was apparently busy with his new girlfriend, and I have to admit I’m kind of jealous, as she does get in the trunk. Willingly. Legs fold at just about the right place, too. And no back talk. At all.