Hello friends. Gosh, it has been awhile. I meant to catch up on my "blogging" Saturday night, but I ended up making several CD's on Kris' iBook. Good music comes before all else. Well, not really, but it certainly comes before my blog.
This weekend was insane, but incredible! Thursday I drove into Dallas and met up with Kris, Kim, and Tim. We went to On the Border for dinner, which was awesome! While sitting there, a woman came up to our table and asked if we were college students. I said yes, that I go to a small Baptist university in Abilene. She told us that during dinner, God really laid it on her heart to give us money. She gave us $20 and told us to pray for her son that is in Germany, getting ready to leave for Iraq, and then she left. We were all floored, and later that money went to buying a group of poor college kids (us) a late night waffle at Waffle House.
Friday morning we left early to drive to San Antonio for Marjorie's concert. We got there around lunch time and she came and gave us a key to the house we were staying in for the night. The house was enormous and though the owners and their kids were gone at the time, it felt like we were jumping into a family that we didn't know. It was a strange experience, but the family was extremely hospitable and nice, and we were thankful for a place to stay-- even if we were only there for a total of four hours. Friday afternoon we ate at California Pizza Kitchen (mmm...) and then Kim and Kris wanted to go to a cigar store. We stayed there for a while, playing checkers and chess, and giving off the "give us your charity" vibe. I say that because when I walked in a guy, probably in his early forties, asked if I could help him out. I said sure. He had two cigarette cases up on the counter and asked which one I liked more. He showed me each of their "functions" and I picked one out. I said hey, if I smoked I would like it. Anyway, I told him I would grab my friend so he could have a second opinion. I lured Kim out of the humidor room and she came over and said which one she liked (the same one I had picked). He said thank you and asked if we smoked cigars. Kim said she did, I said no, not really. He then said to Kim, let me give you a cigar for your help. Little did we know he was some rich guy with his own lockers in the humidor room chock-full of fancy, limited edition, rare, expensive cigars. This guy even had a box of cubans in there. When all was said and done, Kim had two super-expensive (around $30 a piece) cigars, Kris had what he had brought in with him, and I had a Dr. Pepper. I wish we had been in a Mercedes store and some guy had needed my help. He would have said do you like C230's and I would have said yes and he would have said let me give you a Kompressor for your help and I would have said score! I really think we were giving off a "give us something for nothing" vibe. I wish we could have kept the vibe up, but I guess we have to pass it on to others; we shouldn't be selfish.
Friday night was the concert, which was incredible! Marjorie blows me away! I remember my freshman year when she first got a keyboard. She had no training and didn't know how to play. Now she writes her own music, sings, plays the piano...I even think she's picked up the bass guitar; that is what I call awesome! Her new CD, "The Real Living God", is more edgy than her previous album, and I have really enjoyed listening to it. After the concert we all went out to eat-- all being the members of her band, Lydia, Kim, Kris, and me. Then we proceeded downtown to a club called Pollyesters. This dance club has several different levels with different decades of music. We made our way to the top floor which was hits from the 70's and 80's and we danced the night away to music like "Love Shack" and "YMCA"-- good times. Marjorie and I headed for the bar to order two spiced rum and cokes, and upon approaching the bar I noticed the bartender. Grabbing Marj's hand I said, "Hey, that guy looks like Rod Stewart!" It was uncanny; the bartender was a dead-ringer for Rod Stewart! I will post a photo when I have access to a scanner. Yes, that's right. Marj and I had our photo taken with him; his name is Victor. Anyway, Kris and Kim left early and headed back to the house thirty minutes away. Around 3:30, as we were leaving the club, we were crossing over one of the bridges at the river walk when Lydia realized Kim had her keys; we were stranded in downtown San Antonio at almost 4am. In the time that passed before Kim and Kris made their way back, we were offered cocaine, or "coke" as he called it, and we randomly stumbled upon the Alamo. That was incredibly surreal. There we are, walking around aimlessly, somewhat delusional and extremely tired, when I look up and see the Alamo. All I can think of is that this is the place where a war was fought, where many men died. A place I link to seventh grade Texas History and cannons and Davy Crockett. Now, in 2004, several twenty-somethings after leaving a dance club just happen to walk right up to it after dancing to "Girls Just Want To Have Fun". Strange, isn't it? I am sure Colonel William Barret Travis would be so disappointed to see this landmark smack-dab in the middle of traffic and graffiti and people who forget to "remember" it-- like me.
We got back to the house around 4 am and left to head back to Dallas at 8am; that was a blast. No, not really. Poor Kris was so tired; he got the least amount of sleep out of all of us this weekend. I kept him up playing DJ on the iPod-- I wish that could be my real job. Saturday I just hung out and finished my Christmas shopping. I headed back to town yesterday after picking my friend Keren up from the airport. It is nice to be home.
I am sorry this blog is so long; it was a jam-packed weekend. Anyway, Kris...I will get my list posted soon. To everyone else, I hope you are having a healthy and happy break. I will post again in the near future. Take care.
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