The week was much different than the last few weeks. I had an actual schedule of places I needed to be at for client services, and I had a few unexpected visitors from the Homeland. Yup. The tall blond drink of water is an associate from Minneapolis that I met one day at "Starbucks" while on my way into the office. We had missed each other at every event the affiliate office we worked at ran in her work place the Bentley Dealership. Wouldn't you figure that she saw I was here on FB and wanted to grab lunch. This is where the new schedule was helpful.
I've been asked to assist at a clinic still in the far off distance three half days starting at 3:00, which could mean like starting around 1:45 might get me there in time depending on traffic. We met on Wednesday, and it just turned out she was visiting other people from the Homeland. Between the three of us, we managed lunch, and eventually the blonde and me ended up on Muscle beach were I left her to get to the airport later while I left for work. It's always good to be around your people.
Later that night on my way from work, I drove up the PCH-Pacific Coast Highway. As I drove, I thought about all the miles I had run along the same beach ways and where the road would eventually lead me if I kept driving past my exit over the hills-Zuma. I was tempted to go and run some, but I thought to stop instead and grab a bit to eat before I went to the grocery story...cause going grocery shopping can become disastrous on an empty stomach! LOL.
Cafe Havana was the spot. When I got there, the place had a few peculiar people running around it. I took an open spot at the bar counter so as to not suck up a table and look like I was there by myself, which I actually was. It's pretty much the usual. The entire bar staff was blonde with different colored eyes and one guy. After an order of guacamole and chips, a strangely familiar man took the stool next to me. I didn't want to stare, but I thought it was Ethan Hawkins. I made small talk with him like I might normally and laughed about the weather and mentioned I was from Minnesota (Cause I want people to know that for some reason. LOL.) He laughed and eventually introduced himself as Chris. But, the more I looked at him, I'm sure it was Josh Brolin.
He didn't say this to me, but it later came up in conversation after the one of the tall gals from behind the counter said, "Did you say you were from MN? Cause I'm from Minneapolis!" I laughed and felt a mild level of relief that I was there with someone that I didn't even know that was from my home town. For whatever the reason, that made me feel connected. It's dumb. I know. It was then she asked if I was gonna stay for karaoke at which my ears perked up. I told her I might as we talked more about how we, respectively, ended up there..in Malibu. She eventually invited me to come and watch her and her volleyball peeps play ball one of these weekends. I thought, "Yes..and my name is Bodi." As if somehow playing volleyball was the same as surfing, and I was magically becoming Keanu Reeves or Patrick Swayze. Eventually, I heard my name said over the speakers.."Fil Thunder," and I left to grab the MIC. As has been the case lately, I started out with the POLICE's Every Breath You Take song. It's going on my cover album, Over The Edge, along with a few other classics. So why not practice some publicly.
As the music started to play, a mild clap of approval came out of the crowd. I felt a moment of terror, but as my Que came onto the screen, the words just came out...near perfect. The bartender watched closely between giving drinks out I noticed out of the corner of my eye. Other people caught in their conversations paused a bit to turn and listen, and I thought of her..my short blond gal. This was largely due to the fact that one exactly her size, hair color and demeanor was at a table looking directly at me. "Yikes!" I thought as emotions filled me! I looked back at her for a moment only to gain further relief; I had sent K.C. the email I had agonized for over a week in not sending. LOL. I had sent it, and it was now the Universe that was going to have to do it's thing...or not. I laughed in between parts of the song saying random but very specific things to the crowd as if we knew each other or they had come to see me sing that night.When it was over, I went back to my seat at the bar counter to be met with a complimentary cocktail by the Minnesota girl. "Nice job," she said. I thanked her for the compliment. The bar started to fill with gals from Pepperdine or somewhere from the area because what followed was more of a drunken rave with body parts showing and hardly enough room to move, but it didn't stop me from taking the MIC one last time to sing a C.C.R. song, "Have you ever seen the rain?' It was then that I said something I'm sure I could blame on the night. Hahaha. "I"m not meteorologist, but I'm sure it's raining bitches!" I said because clothes and tops from most of the gals had come off and were being thrown around but definitely in my general direction. Thank God the song was short because I was seeing way more booty and breasts than I'd seen at a nude beach or in my real life as of late. It was clearly time to leave, but not before one of the gals planted her hand on my left butt cheek and kissed me. "Nice F'n song," she said and walked away. It's true.
The next morning, which was foggy and full of mist it seemed, was refreshing. The air actually smelled fresh and not 'fishy'. I had to drive the PCH to work as my WAZE app instructed to avoid traffic. That's how my week went beyond long drives and wonderment! Let's see how the weekend goes...LOL.
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