Movers, Shakers, Groovers

"...Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us
The pier lights our carnival life forever
Love me tonight for I may never see you again
Hey Sandy girl..."
Springsteen, 4th of July, Asbury Park


Photos are from the sunset on Monday at Asbury Park. Couldn't get a good shot of the Convention Hall as the light was fading fast and there were way too many people to showcase the building properly.

Monday night at the Bruce show was wonderful. I even preferred that it was a rehearsal. I will not ever have another chance to be with so small a crowd (about 2,000) to see Bruce; it was like seeing him in a high school gymnasium. I loved that things were rough around the edges. Some of my co-workers were skeptical, like "You paid money to see a rehearsal...." Let me tell you, they haven't got a clue. They're so materialistic. A rehearsal of the E Street Band is better oiled than most polished acts on the road today. But that's OK, they don't have to know and they don't have to share my opinion. And I don't have to like them. :-)

I guess I can just appreciate works in progress because that's how I see myself. Hard work is a good thing to witness. A good reminder that nothing comes easily. Even when you have millions of dollars and 40 years of concert performing experience, life is going to throw you curve balls and you just have to handle them.

Mr Listener enjoyed himself, although I think I am vain enough to say he enjoyed spending time with me the most. What he saw of me that night: a dancing, singing, screaming, wiggling, overjoyed, not-a-care-in-the-world female, was not a view that a lot of guys ever get to see of me. I lost myself in the moment, as I had warned him I would, and sometimes I forgot he was there. Good thing the guy is an adult who can take care of himself! And the fact that he didn't run screaming is a good thing too.

I had so hoped for a kiss. He fell asleep in the last 20 minutes of the ride home. And when I woke him, he was sleepy. I got out of the car for a hug and we spent a few moments staring at each other but there was sleep running across his face. He was probably thinking "Who is this girl again?" Oh well.

Haven't seen each other during the week as we've both been working, but we are in communication daily, and we will probably see each other on his nights off Monday or Tuesday. There have been lots of long emails about deep subjects and he asked me for advice about losing weight!? Makes me feel a little uncomfortable. I'm sorry but a size 38 waist should not be a huge concern. But I have overcome my urge to scream "If you get any thinner, I'll never be equal in size to you..." as this is not about me, this is about how he feels about himself. So I have shared with him my secrets, including looking back and realizing how I lost 17 lbs in 30 days, the whole carb thing, the whole exercise thing, etc.

Yes, great to have someone else in your circle of friends who is interested enough to want to lose weight too. I'm not knocking it. I'm just hoping he doesn't disappear into a stick figure while I'm still a candied apple on a stick.

Toll Booth Guy has until Sunday night before he turns into Tool Booth Guy. It'll be 3 weekends he'll have had my phone number. Sorry, I know an aunt dying can totally suck, but he's just not that into me if he hasn't called. He probably just wanted to keep it at the flirting toll booth level. I pushed the envelope. That's me, I'm a risk taker. Or as Mr Listener calls it: a mover and a shaker. LMAO.