Closet Extremist

No Point

There was a time in my life when I was a technical support agent for a large software company. My best friend at the time happenned to be a feamle that I had known for about 10 years. She was living in an apartment above an establishment in Knoxville's "Old City" (a collection of night clubs and assorted bars that attempted to rejuvenate the inner city, and failed.) which was rather lively at the time. I helped her move into her second floor appartment, and I helped her move out of it. Like friends do.

it came about that there was a Prince (Or the Artist formerly known as) concert that was happening in Nashville, and I expressed interest in making a trip. As it transpired, I got roped into driving. I didn't mind, as I had a vehicle that would hold all the reveller's comfortably. The rest of the crew had either econo-boxes or pick-ups, and I was rolling a Ford Taurus sedan. The best part is that it had a 300 cubic-inch V6 under the hood that would flat scream.

Craig rode passenger, I drove, while April and Deb were in the back on the way over there. The girls were mixing Screwdriver's for the traveller's, and I can honestly say that I had more than "just a few" on the drive down. We stopped in Crossville, TN for a bite to eat at a Popey's Chicken joint. All in all the trip took about Two hours. The drive is around 300 miles, therefore it should take about Four Hours and Twenty minutes (at Seventy miles an hour). the best part is.. the speedometer only went to 80 mph. I had that thing pegged to way past the limit, and the needle was just bouncing off its stop.

I recall a time during the trip when April pointed the Speedo reading out to
Deb, and she said something on the order of "Oh God". I found that amusing at the time, and the memory does the same. It was a fun trip, and a great concert.

The most interesting part of the story is that Deb is ten-years my senior, but she was "On the outs" with her hubby, so she was crashing over at April's place. She came to the concert on a sorta "peer-pressure" level. Because Deb was "staying over" at April's, and I would crash there from time to time (I'm a Damn Drunk, so somtimes I avail myself of the occasional couch) Deb's hubby Dave determined that I was Fucking her. (Don't get me wrong, I would have if she had given me at least a little bit of interest in that situation... but she didn't.)

All this is, is my remeniscing. There's no Point behind it. I'm just remembering for my own sake. Those were good times. I hope to experience many more.

Posted by Johnny - Oh at September 7, 2005 01:25 AM | TrackBack