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| March 4, 1997 |
Get It: 83 |
Vol. 1, No. 36 |
WHAT A DAY! (San Jose): Got
up on East coast time ... had plenty of time to do my
stuff ... but I couldn't! ... darn computer had the Concept
virus ... since I don't send out any Word files y'all
can breathe a collective sigh of relief ... I promise
not to send you any viruses! ... but it meant I had to
do it all over again ... such a dedicated soul ... I kept
my eye on the clock ... breakfast was s'posed to start
at 7:00 ... I didn't wanna miss any o' the goodies ...
I looked at the schedule they'd sent a few weeks ago ...
I was watchin' the event calendar on the hotel channel
... it said the ACM Breakfast/Speakers was in the cozy,
little fancy French place in the lobby ... I thought that
was a little odd for such a big crowd but I sauntered
on down ... there was nobody goin' in the place so I did
a few turns 'round the lobby 'n kept watchin' the door
... finally I saw a distinguished gentleman head on in
... he looked like he was wearin' a badge like I had in
my pocket ... I worked up my nerve 'n headed on in after
'im ... I asked the maitre' de if this was the place for
the ACM breakfast ... he nodded yes ... I fell in behind
the ol' guy ... he was havin' trouble gettin' his breakfast
burrito out of the hot, steamy thingy so I held the lid
for 'im ... got one for me ... some really fresh, gourmet
sliced pineapple ... strawberries ... only the best ...
I was beginnin' to think this was really a first class
outfit to offer such finery to the membership! ... I went
into the dining room with my food ... there was hardly
a soul in the place ... two tables of 4 were in heavy
conversation ... the guy I'd followed was offered a seat
with two others ... I musta looked lost 'n they politely
invited me to join 'em ... we introduced ourselves by
first names 'n the conversation turned to my burrito eatin'
buddy's opinion of the exposition ... he thought it was
"depressing because of that dreadful lighting, being
so dark and all and what was this rubbish about an archeological
dig?" ... his British accent was definitely fresh
'n I sensed that he was not your regular member ... the
other gentleman at the table apologized 'n seemed a little
flustered ... he moved to pick up the creamer 'n I caught
a discrete glance at his name tag ... I recognized his
name from all the literature I'd been gettin' ... he was
the co-chair of the whole exposition ... the Mr. Burrito
is some professor in England 'n is one of the speakers
this afternoon ... the lady at the table is the Secretary
of the outfit ... I was beginnin' to feel a little out
of place ... I quietly finished up my bran muffin ...
muttered somethin' 'bout gettin' over to the convention
center to prepare for the meetin's 'n exited stage left
... durin' my 5 minute stroll to the conference I finally
figgered out that I had crashed the private breakfast
for the speakers 'n officials ... this was confirmed when
I entered the real breakfast hall where thousands roamed
around munchin' on cold pastries 'n coffee ... I'm sure
they won't remember me ... but they probably were tryin'
to figger out exactly what it was that I was gonna talk
about! ... the day was interestin' ... only a few of the
speakers were interrupted by thunderous snorin' ... (not
me I swear!) ... my dinner companions turned out to be
none other than the national essay winner for the event
'n his family ... Eric Lund'll be graduatin' high school
'n junior college at the same time ... headin' down to
Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University ... maybe he should
take up writin' instead! ... his view of the next 50 years
was quite fascinatin' ... the festivities at the Gala
were brought to an abrupt end when they evacuated the
buildin' because of a bomb threat ... I took that opportunity
to slip quietly back to the hotel 'n see what other high
falutin' parties I could crash! ... findin' nothin' other'n
a tired lounge singer bangin' away at a Baby Grand in
the lobby bar I retired for the evenin'.
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SPEAKIN' O' CRASHIN': I couldn't
believe my eyes when I opened to the front of the Sports
Section in USA Today ... next to a story 'bout Sugar Ray
gettin' whupped was a picture of two females holdin' each
other by the hair obviously poundin' the stuffin' outta
each other ... I thought one of 'em looked familiar ...
with the Notre Dame sweatshirt 'n all ... but no! ...
it couldn't be! ... nobody in my family ever gets in a
fight like that! ... besides what would she be doin' outside
a pool hall anyway?!?!? ... guess I'll have to look into
it when I get back in town!
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"You're only as important
as the last person you stopped to help." -- Mikey,
Thinkin' Too Hard
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| Mikey's Muse(tm)
is published weekdays as a commentary on stuff. Editor,
Michael T. Rusk. Copyright © 1997 by Michael T. Rusk.
Printed in the U.S.A. This publication may be distributed
freely as long as there is no charge. Commentary is loosely
based on actual events and may contain embellishments,
bits of fiction, and editorial liberties (lies) under
the guise of poetic license. All characters portrayed
in my writing are purely fictional and any resemblance
to any person, company or animal is purely unintentional.
If you don't get it, you just don't get it. Don't blame
me for anything I say and don't do anything I say, either.
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