I once spent about half a minute conversing with myself in a mirror. Yes, I was rather inebriated, and yes, it was quite late, but I suppose neither of those are good excuses.
Studly Doright had taken me to see Huey Lewis and the News in concert at the Amarillo Civic Center. At that time in our lives we weren’t able to go out often. We had two small children and almost no disposable income, but we’d scrimped and saved enough for the concert because Studly knew that I needed to see Huey in person.
After the concert we met friends at a club in Amarillo where I had a drink, maybe two. In those days, I was literally and figuratively a lightweight when it came to drinking and it didn’t take much to get my skinny self drunk.
The DJ, ensconced in his booth high above the crowd, wasn’t playing anything I liked, so I wrote a request for a Huey Lewis song on a slip of paper and then navigated around and through an energetic knot of dancers on the floor to offer up my request. But I couldn’t figure out how to deliver my piece of paper to the guy in the booth.
Looking around I spied a friendly, albeit concerned looking woman and asked, “Where do I put this?” indicating my request.
Oddly enough, she asked me something at the same time, and when I bent forward to try to hear her better I bonked my forehead on a mirror and only then realized I’d been talking to myself. I compounded my error by apologizing.
“Ha! I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were me!”
“No problem,” I replied, giggling.
Of course a couple dancing by caught the gist of this whole exchange and gave me a wide berth as they navigated around the dance floor. I can’t say that I blame them. I finally located the proper request slot and enjoyed the rest of my evening, basking in the memory of Huey.
Huey Lewis is still one of my favorites, and I’ve gotten to see him and the News in concert a few times through the years. Huey has recently contracted an illness that’s caused partial deafness and resulted in a cancellation of his tour for the foreseeable future. For a musician this has to be devastating. I’d go talk to myself in a mirror again in front of a crowded dance floor if I thought it would help. Maybe he just needs a new drug.
Peace, people.
Cute story. I’m sorry to hear of his hearing loss.
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I was, too.
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I love Huey Lewis! Sad to hear he is suffering from hearing loss. A real shame.
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I know. He’s always seemed like such a good guy. Friends of ours met him on a golf course years ago and he played several holes with them. I was so envious that I almost took up golf.
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That’s hilarious! I mean the part about you, not Huey. I read about his condition, and I feel bad for him. While I was never a big fan of his, curiously I always liked his music videos (I used to look for the band member in the News who always wore those dark glasses). – Marty
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That was Mario. I think. I was mainly in love with the front man. He was my hall pass.
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Loved this. Lol, we have all been there and done this Leslie, which is why it acme alive for me xxxxx
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PS…I am mainly talking the kids, the nae baby sitters and nae income. (Sort of.) xxxxxxxxxx
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It seemed like we’d never get out of that hole. And now as I age I have a fear of falling into that hole again. Our government isn’t making
me feel very secure.
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We have been in a hole all our days Leslie. I mean we are quite good now but Jeez it has taken till now and we still aren’t like a lot of folks we know. So I can fully sympathize with you and the horrible fear it is xxxxxx
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Some of our best times came when we lived in that hole, too, but dang, I don’t want to revisit it.
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Doesn’t everybody talk to themselves in the mirror? Great story
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😉
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This is such an engaging story. I love the twist at the end. 🙂
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Thanks! I love Huey!
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