
Vic Ruggiero is the singer of The Slackers, one of my all time favorite bands. They're a ska band of course. I love Vic. I mean LOVE him.
Diana has a past with him. Sorta. She's gotten on stage with them before. And once in NYC she actually ran into Vic!!!! and they hung out and shit. how crazy is that? Well last night they came to Miami. A show I'd been looking forward to for months. But since I got sick and my eyes are too sensitive to light I decided not to go. Sigh...
so today diana calls me with a whopper of a story. something pulled straight from my fantasy. something so unreal so unfathomable that i must have dreamt the entire conversation. but...i don't think i did. but i'll double check later. she met him after the show, he remembered her. she said you wanna get outta here and get something to eat? he jumped at the opportunity. they spent the whole night driving around looking for cuban food at 2am. nothing was open. they ended up at denny's. they talked about everything. he thought she was so cool. she dropped him off at his hotel on Ponce De Leon. Hello!! yeah like right down the street from me??!!
At first i was so excited to hear this story. Now the more I think about it the more envious i am. Its my complete fantasy but it didn't happen to me. It never does. It always happens to her. So yeah i'm kind of jealous. It makes you think about the order of the universe and god and all that. you can't help but be bitter. even though she's my friend and i love her. but then i think well ok maybe she is lucky in these things. but maybe i'm luckier in other things. she had a hard childhood i had a great childhood. i'm married, she's not. i don't have to work, she needs to get extra work on the side. i mean..everyone has a different path. and maybe i have some things that maybe she's jealous of. so you gotta think of it that way. you have to be happy with what you have and not be jealous of your friends.
at least theres always the possibility that she could call me next time she hangs out with him and invite me along. right?
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