The week started off promising, temperature wise. We had a rainy day that gave way to cloudy skies and then we ended the week with bright sunshine. I just looked at my phones and we’re probably at almost 80 F. The forecast looks to be in the 70s and this time this week will probably be in the 60s. GLORIOUS.
The other day was the 25th anniversary of the time I met Trevor Guthrie. TWENTY-FIVE YEARS. Seriously, where has the time gone? I am so glad that I took the time to write down about that moment and post it to my website. In spite of the URL saying “sept,” it actually happened in October of 2000. An excerpt:
We were in the less crowded area when we decided to take a look at the young woman performing at an area called Stage 1. The husband called her a “Britney wannabe.” Maybe it was the dancing in leather thing. Her name was Julieanne, I think. As we passed a group of guys, my eyes widened. We stopped and my husband asked me what was up.
“One of the soulDecision guys is standing over there!” I said. “Trevor Guthrie!” Of course, I said all of this in a loud whisper.
My husband glanced over, then told me to go up and say hello to him. Right, very good idea. I had him hold my beer as I fiddled through my pockets for a pen. I figured Trevor could sign my ticket and I most definitely regretted not bringing my camera. (Why did I have to be the rules abiding gal and not bring my trusty camera? Oh, the very one regret!)
Trevor, casual in pants and a sleeveless shirt, was standing with some guys, but not with Dave or Ken. I made sure of that. Didn’t want to seem rude if they were standing there too! I composed myself and approached him. I waited to catch his eye and when I did, I said,
“Are you Trevor Guthrie?”
He gave me a quizzical smile, “Yes.”
“Hi, I’m Valerie,” I smiled back.
“Do we know each other?” He asked.
I laughed and shook my head. “No.”
He laughed and held his hand out and we shook hands. I think he said, “Hello Valerie” or something like that.
I told him that I was there to see soulDecision and that I was really looking forward to seeing them perform. He seemed pleased and I also said how sad I was that there wasn’t anything to buy of them! He explained that their stuff didn’t get there but that they would have merchandise when they were touring with N’Sync.
If you want to read more, you can find my enthusiastic recollection here.
I don’t have any photographic evidence of that meeting with Trevor, which makes me so grateful for my past self having the wherewithal to write down as much as possible about that moment. 2000 was the time before smartphones, before phones with cameras. It was also before digital cameras for me, so if I had been a little rebel girl and brought a camera to that concert, it would have been a film camera. (I should have snuck in my camera, I know!)
Riley Green just had his birthday yesterday (October 18th). I actually did my fangirl thing and post a HBD to him on my IG. I think I might have neglected posting anything to my IG story. Ooops! I haven’t posted a lot of fangirl stuff in recent days. Maybe I should get back to that. Being a fangirl brings me such joy and why not spread it?
Long ago, before most people were online and on social media and the like, I would write my thoughts about some of the people in my life or in the periphery. If someone wanted, they could go back through my blog posts and they’d find moments of my life, for anyone to read. Most of my profiles are public and this particular blog has been in existence for many years. (Okay, two decades.) This blog is mostly slices of life but I don’t really know who reads this, so when I want to talk about someone in particular, I have to be so vague in case the person in question happens upon the entry.
We’ve been watching a lot of Criminal Minds and it’s been entertaining and interesting. It might be better than watching actual true crime shows because at least the situations on CM are fiction. You watch enough of that kind of show and you start to understand patterns in regards to people. Sure, the stories are fiction but the human behavior is relatable and observable.
For instance, let’s take those who are considered “harmless.” Sure, they’re harmless but you’ve always had a creepy feeling about them. You KNOW they’re harmless but you still don’t want to be alone with them because their vibe is just a little off. You think it’s just you and then you realize no, it’s not just you.
Just a thought.
- Got my hair cut yesterday! I love going to the salon for the hair cut. I’ve been going to the same stylist for YEARS and she always does a super job. I adore her! She used a curling iron on me and I’m wondering if I should try my curling iron again. I usually curl my hair with a flat iron.
- I’m trying not to buy this Riley Green hat but I know it’s inevitable that I do. Why does my wallet want Riley Green stuff so badly?! How long can I hold out? I was hoping that they’d have a sale for his birthday this weekend but it was a “buy a vinyl and get a surprise” deal this weekend.
- I had two weird dreams right before waking on Friday. One of them was me seeing Jordan Davis in a bar and when one of his songs played, I went over to say hello. I was good and didn’t ask for a selfie but later in the dream, he took a couple of selfies with others who came over to say hi to him. I decided to go say hello again then I woke up. Darn it!
- I wish I knew how to write a song. I wrote a poem for a prequel to my current story. Maybe I’ll share the poem at the end of this post. 😉
- Love seeing all the posts online regarding the No Kings gatherings. Made me feel hopeful.
- We’re watching the Niners. It’s the 4th quarter. Hope they win.
The following poem is part of a story I’m writing. It’s supposed to be the “before” version of a song.
THE ONE BEFORE THE ONE
everyone thinks they know
everyone thinks we’re just friends
smiles and hugs and laughter
even after the music ends
no one will ever know
why would they ever suspect
what they’d never remember
will always be our secret
no one would believe us
how we are more than a bit of fun
waiting for the perfect moment
being the one before the one
we’d deny if ever questioned
that we’re giving our hearts a practice run
sharing our dreams in whispers
being the one before the one
when we are free and in between
we find our way to be together
it’s fun and it’s so good
a sweet detour before forever
we promise we’ll never tell
this will be our secret
because no one will remember
a notion they’d never suspect
they will never believe us
how we are more than a bit of fun
biding our time for the perfect moment
being the one before the one
we’d deny if ever questioned
that we’re giving our hearts a practice run
sharing our dreams in whispers
being the one before the one
these moments will always be ours
memories locked until that day or night
we find the mirrors to our souls
the ones that set our hearts alight
our connection will always keep
turning into something more
deeper than stolen time in shadows
friends who truly love and adore
everyone thinks they know
we’re just nothing more than friends
because being the one before the one
means there will always be an end
we’d deny if ever questioned
giving our hearts a practice run
sharing our dreams in whispers
being the one before the one
