When Dave first told me about his fantastic biking adventure he informed me that the band would pay him a small amount of money every day and provide him with a place to stay and food. The food turned out to be a whole bunch of energy bars or whatever the local markets would donate as the band rode through town. I talked to him one day and he was eating a peach that was close to spoiling. Some days I don’t think the poor guy even gets to eat lunch. If you expected me to haul band equipment behind a bike for 50 miles you better buy me a lobster dinner plus dessert. Also his room and board has turned out to be camping or whichever generous soul will let them stay at their house. I would never let a band of stinky biker hippies stay at my house. It has to take a pretty unusual individual that says “Sure strange bunch of environmental fanatics come stay in my house. We will have a great time. By the way I bought some extra soap today because I knew you guys were REALLY going to need a shower.”
I think one of the most colorful hosts of The Ginger Ninjas was the Socialists. In case I haven’t told you already the name of the band is The Ginger Ninjas. Who the hell would form a band and say “Guys I have a great name, drum roll please….The Ginger Ninjas?” Maybe the guy who came up with it was obsessed with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles when he was little. After all the turtles are green and this is the greenest band I have ever heard of. Now back to the Socialists, which in my opinion is an okay belief, they lived in a scary house which, from description, seemed to be a mixture of Animal House meets Goth Youth of America. For those of you from Birmingham I keep picturing the Upside Down Plaza. Dave was both intrigued and fearful at the same time. I love the vision of my cute preppy boyfriend hanging out with the Socialists in the house of anarchy! By the way Dave was a Pike at Vanderbilt! Imagine frat boy meets socialism!
Okay so now I know most of you are wondering why I am still with Dave. First, I can’t tell you how much fun it is to talk shit about your boyfriend on the internet. I am completely drunk on the power of my new blog. The best part is Dave thinks it is funny too. Second, I have never had a boyfriend look at me with the kind of sincere admiration Dave does. When we go out and he takes pictures of everyone. He may take 500 pictures and 495 of them are of me and my glory. I never knew I was glorious until I met Dave, but he makes me feel that way and girls that is very important. Enough of the mushy stuff…I’ll be back to shit talkin’ tomorrow.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Learning to Ride
New York City…the bright lights, brilliant skyline, beautiful people and a rock band, it sounds like the perfect combination but this ain’t your typical band. Dave’s first few nights in The Big Apple were spent sleeping on floors or whatever bed he could find due to the graciousness of some of the band members’ friends. God bless them for their hospitality because I wouldn’t have done it.
The band stayed in New York around 4 days. These were 4 long stressful days. The band showed up in New York missing one very important component: their lead female vocalist. Due to relationship problems, she decided to return to Mexico and forgo the tour. The lead male vocalist, her boyfriend, in turn decided to fly to Mexico to retrieve his love and save the tour. I actually find that really romantic. I can’t even get Dave to buy me a T-shirt from one of the universities the band has visited. I mean a T-shirt only cost like $20! I better stop before I go off on a tangent. Back to Dave…Dave who quit his job, gave up his apartment, and flew to New York to be a member of a band was unsure if there would even be a tour. I admit I got more than just a little satisfaction from his predicament. In the end, love must really conquer all because the lead singers got back together and rejoined the band.
Now the biking begins! I don’t know many people who have ridden a bike 50 miles. I haven’t! I have, however, taken some pretty mean spin classes, and your privates don’t exactly feel up to par when you are done. Before leaving for New England, Dave practiced riding his bike around Panama City Beach, but the terrain here is very flat and not a good training ground. Not to mention he forgot to strap 150 lbs of band gear to the back of his bike and lug that around. His first long trip was TORTURE. They literally biked 50 miles! HOLY CRAP! You have to admire the level of fitness that must take. I don’t have it! As for Dave, he was unprepared for the physical endurance it took to defeat such a trip. He was more than tired. He was miserable. When I am exhausted, the two things I want are a warm bath and a nice soft bed with cool sheets to relax in. That is not what Dave got. He and the band could not find a place to stay or camp and ended up sleeping in a church yard. Dave said they looked like a bunch of homeless people! Wait… they are homeless people!
Now I know this is going to sound terrible, but I rather enjoyed hearing stories of torture and pain. Not that I didn’t feel sorry for him, but I have a fear that if he enjoys this trip too much we (and by “we”, I mean ME!) may never get Dave back. I know this is selfish, but I can’t control myself. Unfortunately things got better…..
The band stayed in New York around 4 days. These were 4 long stressful days. The band showed up in New York missing one very important component: their lead female vocalist. Due to relationship problems, she decided to return to Mexico and forgo the tour. The lead male vocalist, her boyfriend, in turn decided to fly to Mexico to retrieve his love and save the tour. I actually find that really romantic. I can’t even get Dave to buy me a T-shirt from one of the universities the band has visited. I mean a T-shirt only cost like $20! I better stop before I go off on a tangent. Back to Dave…Dave who quit his job, gave up his apartment, and flew to New York to be a member of a band was unsure if there would even be a tour. I admit I got more than just a little satisfaction from his predicament. In the end, love must really conquer all because the lead singers got back together and rejoined the band.
Now the biking begins! I don’t know many people who have ridden a bike 50 miles. I haven’t! I have, however, taken some pretty mean spin classes, and your privates don’t exactly feel up to par when you are done. Before leaving for New England, Dave practiced riding his bike around Panama City Beach, but the terrain here is very flat and not a good training ground. Not to mention he forgot to strap 150 lbs of band gear to the back of his bike and lug that around. His first long trip was TORTURE. They literally biked 50 miles! HOLY CRAP! You have to admire the level of fitness that must take. I don’t have it! As for Dave, he was unprepared for the physical endurance it took to defeat such a trip. He was more than tired. He was miserable. When I am exhausted, the two things I want are a warm bath and a nice soft bed with cool sheets to relax in. That is not what Dave got. He and the band could not find a place to stay or camp and ended up sleeping in a church yard. Dave said they looked like a bunch of homeless people! Wait… they are homeless people!
Now I know this is going to sound terrible, but I rather enjoyed hearing stories of torture and pain. Not that I didn’t feel sorry for him, but I have a fear that if he enjoys this trip too much we (and by “we”, I mean ME!) may never get Dave back. I know this is selfish, but I can’t control myself. Unfortunately things got better…..
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Dave Joins the Band
Just when I thought life couldn’t get any weirder, I met Dave. It all happened last December. It was a bright warm winter day – yes, I said “warm” and “winter” in the same instance, after all I do live in Florida, the Sunshine State. Anyway, back to the story: It was a bright, warm winter day and a group of us headed out to a beachside bar for drinks. Dave is not the kind of guy you instantly notice. He is quiet and reserved, while his friends are funny and bold. They tend to overpower him but that’s okay with Dave, who would rather be an observer than the center of attention. I immediately liked his mannerisms and humor, but I was dating someone else and thought nothing of him romantically. Time went by and I stopped dating the other guy and started to see Dave in a different light. You see, Dave is not really my type. What is my type, you ask? Well, it’s blond hair, blue eyes, a personality that fills the room, and treats me really bad! And, well, Dave is the complete opposite of all that and honestly, that’s a good thing as it’s evident “my so-called type” hasn’t seemed to work out for me. I have had more bad boyfriends than Joan Rivers has had plastic surgery. Okay, so again I digress. Back to the story. The more time I spent with Dave, the more attracted I was to him. He was sweet and courteous and one night, after too much to drink, we finally kissed, and it felt like magic. Yes, girls, just like in the movies…magic!
Dave is the kind of guy you want to take home to your mother. He graduated from Vanderbilt, wears a polo and khakis every day, always says “yes maam” and “no sir”. Looks-wise, he has the prettiest mane of chestnut hair you will ever see…even better than McDreamy. Maybe I should come up with a “Mc” name for him. Oh wait, that is so two years ago.
Anyway, during his twenties, Dave started his own company: www.demardesigns.com. Like a lot of fledgling companies, Demar Designs didn’t pay the bills, so he had to take a recruiting job in Atlanta. For the first time in my life, I felt like I had met someone I could stay with. He treated me like a princess. He even threw me a prom because I never attended my own. There is nothing like a guy showing up at your door in a tuxedo carrying flowers, candy and an ipod filled with 90’s love songs. I fell head over heels.
Late one night, Dave called me to tell me his friend Jared had asked him to go on tour with his band. The band promoted cleaner transportation by riding their bikes to shows and powering their equipment with manpower rather than burning electricity. I didn’t really know how to feel. You see, I am not what you would ever call a “free spirit.” I live to work and appreciate the value of a hard-earned dollar. Dave, on the other hand, has a sense of adventure that outweighs his desire to live the life of a typical middle classman. He was thrilled at the opportunity to quit his job and do some “real living.” Dave thinks they are making a statement…I think he might need to go to a therapist.
Dave wasted no time quitting his job and leaving town. My boyfriend gave up everything to join a band of bikers and promote a cause he believed in. On the one hand, you have to admire his dedication to Mother Earth. On the other hand, I had an anxiety attack. I mean at 30-something, I can’t help but think he’s a little crazy, and I crazier for being his girlfriend. Let’s face the facts: I drive a Mercedes and sell beachfront property worth millions (www.liveindestin.com), while my boyfriend rides a Schwinn and is probably, technically homeless right now. Not that I don’t believe in saving the earth….but riding a bike with a band? This was just the beginning...
Dave is the kind of guy you want to take home to your mother. He graduated from Vanderbilt, wears a polo and khakis every day, always says “yes maam” and “no sir”. Looks-wise, he has the prettiest mane of chestnut hair you will ever see…even better than McDreamy. Maybe I should come up with a “Mc” name for him. Oh wait, that is so two years ago.
Anyway, during his twenties, Dave started his own company: www.demardesigns.com. Like a lot of fledgling companies, Demar Designs didn’t pay the bills, so he had to take a recruiting job in Atlanta. For the first time in my life, I felt like I had met someone I could stay with. He treated me like a princess. He even threw me a prom because I never attended my own. There is nothing like a guy showing up at your door in a tuxedo carrying flowers, candy and an ipod filled with 90’s love songs. I fell head over heels.
Late one night, Dave called me to tell me his friend Jared had asked him to go on tour with his band. The band promoted cleaner transportation by riding their bikes to shows and powering their equipment with manpower rather than burning electricity. I didn’t really know how to feel. You see, I am not what you would ever call a “free spirit.” I live to work and appreciate the value of a hard-earned dollar. Dave, on the other hand, has a sense of adventure that outweighs his desire to live the life of a typical middle classman. He was thrilled at the opportunity to quit his job and do some “real living.” Dave thinks they are making a statement…I think he might need to go to a therapist.
Dave wasted no time quitting his job and leaving town. My boyfriend gave up everything to join a band of bikers and promote a cause he believed in. On the one hand, you have to admire his dedication to Mother Earth. On the other hand, I had an anxiety attack. I mean at 30-something, I can’t help but think he’s a little crazy, and I crazier for being his girlfriend. Let’s face the facts: I drive a Mercedes and sell beachfront property worth millions (www.liveindestin.com), while my boyfriend rides a Schwinn and is probably, technically homeless right now. Not that I don’t believe in saving the earth….but riding a bike with a band? This was just the beginning...
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