Well it has finally happened. The day I’ve been in total denial about my entire life. The day that I would become like many before me, I’d become….well…put in my age. I feel that I should start this tale of woe with “it was a dark and stormy night” since it was dark and the tears in my eyes felt like a storm. *Breath* As I was closing up the bar last night a young wine stuart was closing up his area next to me. A must dance to song broke out and he started to bust some moves. As I sleeplessly laughed I called out for him to pull a David Lee Roth, ya know the staple spread eagle jump. The cute little dancing machine stopped to reply with “Who?” I repeated myself as did he. At that moment I felt like the earth was becoming a strange and unusual place, where was I? Who was I? Am I in an alternate universe? Who doesn’t know Diamond Dave. After picking my jaw up off the ground I once again said David Lee Roth just incase the stuart, who for some reason was becoming less cute, was so tired he was having a mental lapse or a massive aneurism, please say aneurism, please!!! Nope, nothing registered. Still in disbelief and almost in disgust I rambled out “Ya know, Diamond Dave!! Just a Gigolo, Hot for Teacher….pre Sammy Hager!!!!” He looked even more confused. Now in rage I shouted out “VAN HALEN!!!!” “Oh yeah, I don’t know anything bout those guys I’m a 90’s baby.” My rage and shock instantly dissolved and as it was about to turn to bitterness I realized, yep, it was an aneurism.
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