Events of the Evening

30 Nov

This was going to be a simple evening. After work and a waxing, the plan was to head to my girlfriend’s house to decorate the Christmas tree. Work went well. The waxing went well, if slightly painful. Then, it was time for the fun to start. And, start it did.

First, I get a call from the fairgrounds. I am on the oversight committee, and a meeting had been called at the last-minute to discuss an upcoming event. Wait, it’s not really an upcoming event. It’s an event that we hope is upcoming. Right away, obstacles were being thrown into my path, but this one was easily handled. I didn’t go to the meeting.

Excitement abounds.

Excitement abounds.

The drive to her house was pleasant. It’s a winding road that goes through the countryside. The deer were not out yet, so there was not danger that I would run over a large animal. However, there was the danger that I would get caught behind a tractor, and that danger presented itself.

One of the hazards of living in the South.

One of the hazards of living in the South.

After some slow going, I made it to her house with the anticipation of eating good pizza and hanging good ornaments. Then, I heard the news. Her cousin, the hair stylist (in the old days they were called hair dressers), was coming over to work on my girlfriend’s hair. I decided to take a nap.

I’m not sure how long the nap lasted, but, for some reason, I dreamed that I was in an old timey beauty shop with women talking and those big hair dryers blowing. You know, the ones that women would sit under.

Take us to your leader.

Take us to your leader.

Anyway, I was awakened from this dream and told that it was time to get the pizza. At the pizza place, the guy was full of questions. My girlfriend lives in a really small town where everyone knows everyone else. He didn’t know me. After answering his questions satisfactorily, I was allowed to leave with the pizza.

When I got to the house, we scarfed the pizza down, and, with the hair far from being done, I hopped onto the iPad. Through the next couple of hours, I randomly went through the Internet and looked up the following:

The cast of Megaforce, a great 1980s movie starring Barry Bostwick

Yes, it is a flying motorcycle. Never say movies of the 80s were not classics.

Yes, it is a flying motorcycle. Never say movies of the 80s were not classics.

The farewell speech by Richard Nixon on the last day as president

His father had the poorest lemon farm in California.

His father had the poorest lemon farm in California.

The best songs of Eddie and the Cruisers

SPOILER: Eddie lives.

SPOILER: Eddie lives.

The previews for several episodes of The American Experience, with a special focus on George Armstrong Custer

During Custer's Last Stand, I don't think he was standing.

During Custer’s Last Stand, I don’t think he was standing.

The last speech given by Martin Luther King, Jr.

The night before his tragic assassination, Martin Luther King said that he had "seen the Promised Land".

The night before his tragic assassination, Martin Luther King said that he had “seen the Promised Land”.

There was more, but you get the point. I was all over the place. Then, my girlfriend brought her cousin into the room so I could tell her about Abraham Lincoln. We saw Lincoln last night, and my girlfriend didn’t understand why politicians were debating about outlawing slavery at the end of the Civil War when the war was being fought to end slavery.

I am not going to get into a big historical discussion here, but I had to explain that the Civil War was not as simple as many people have been taught.

I write all of that to write this: I went to my girlfriend’s house to decorate the tree, and we did everything but decorate the tree. After she got her hair colored, she spent the rest of the night fretting over how bad it looked. After filling my mind with Internet info, I was fretting over my head beginning to hurt.

In the end, we decided to go ahead and decorate the tree. We didn’t know when we would be able to do it again, and we knew that her daughter would be disappointed if we didn’t do what we had planned on.

7 Responses to “Events of the Evening”

  1. javaj240 November 30, 2012 at 07:08 #

    You may have to elaborate on the waxing, LOL!

    I have had far too many discussions regarding the whole slavery/Civil War thing. I would like to wage my own little war against elementary/middle/secondary school educators who still utter the words “Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves”. Ugh!

    • Rick November 30, 2012 at 16:15 #

      They certainly don’t teach it right. I guess it’s easier to go with a simplified version. I may elaborate about the waxing in a later post. Do you think that is something that everyone would find interesting?

      • javaj240 December 1, 2012 at 03:37 #

        I don’t know about everyone, but I certainly will.. LOL.

  2. Jan Evett November 30, 2012 at 14:38 #

    Who wrote this? Sorry, but it just does not sound like you, Rick! Maybe you had a little help from a ghost blogger mixed in … during the dream sequence maybe?

    And I think we’re okay with no need for waxing elaboration! A photo of the decorated tree might be nice though.

    • Rick November 30, 2012 at 16:17 #

      Ha. A post about some waxing and waning might be funny. I wrote this one all on my own. There’s just no telling what pop out of my mind. You are right about the photo, but we finished it so late that I didn’t think about it.

  3. November 30, 2012 at 15:04 #

    Love it. Lincoln was a great movie, and I agree, very enlightening. And your random internet surfing sounds like when I go to my hairstylist and we talk about anything and everything and I look everything up on my phone. from existentialism to what the guys of LMFAO look like up close!

    • Rick November 30, 2012 at 16:18 #

      The Internet is like Alice going down the rabbit hole. You never know what weird places it’s going to take you. Do you sit under one of those giant dryers when you go to the sylist?

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