Blackhawk Beemer

bmwOn my way to swim class this morning, I pulled up behind a BMW (Beemer).  The back license plate intrigued me.  It was red, lined in black. On the left side, there was the Blackhawks symbol.  Then 4 numbers, 2800.  Then BH, stacked vertically.

Hmmm, I thought, must be an important person.  You can get a vanity plate like the one I saw, as seen below.  BUT….you can only have THREE numbers.  I swear the plate I saw had FOUR.

Plate

But whatever.  I could not see who the driver was, as the headrest was very tall.  I could only tell it was a man, from the haircut.

So, I was intrigued, thinking maybe a real Blackhawks player was driving in front of me!

However.  Whoever it was in front of me drove like a real asshole.  Tailgating, weaving out of the lane, checking to see if he could pass, and speeding.  The SUV in front of the Beemer started to get pissed off, and at the next light, slowed down WAY in advance, and the Beemer literally had to stand on his brakes to avoid a collision.

When the light changed, with oncoming traffic approaching in the other lane, this Beemer screamed out from the light, passed the SUV, and gave them the finger.

The SUV turned at the next street.  So now I am behind the Beemer.  He is going at least 20 mph over the speed limit, which is on a dinky two lane road.  I saw the traffic light ahead turned red just as the Beemer was approaching.  He pulled into the left turn lane and stopped.  I pull up to the light directly across from him, and rolled down my window and shouted out to him, hmmmm, guess it wasn’t worth RISKING LIVES to pass that SUV, huh?

He flipped me off, and turned left before the light turned green.

I sure hope it wasn’t a REAL Blackhawks player or official.  I hope it was just a dumb ass fan who had a vanity plate.  After everything going on in the NFL, I just think that athletes should realize that their actions are on display to everyone, especially in public.  You’re driving around in a Beemer with special plates on the car.  Don’t be a dickhead.

Love Story Woven into Songs – REDUX

Since I wrote this blog years ago, I have been lucky enough to see Gavin DeGraw in concert, up close and personal, at Ravinia.  We follow each other on Twitter, and I had sent him this FICTIONAL story, and he responded “Sometimes dreams come true!”  I wish, lol.

I wrote this story using many of the lyrics from his songs.  He thought that was really cool!  Those of you who are not familiar with his songs?  You should be.

 

Lately the main search topics for my blog have to do with Gavin DeGraw.  I wrote this post last year after he came on my radar during DWTS.  I still crush on him, and hope to see him live in concert sometime.  Check him out my friends, he is the total package!

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THE CONCERT I HAD BEEN DREAMING OF

She went to concert by herself.  She was too embarrassed to ask any of her girlfriends to go with her.  They would think she was crazy ier.  She couldn’t explain her obsession, even to herself.  She was too old.  Wasn’t his type.  She told herself every excuse in the book.  But every night she dreamt about him.  Every day she watched his face, as she listened to his voice online.  All 17″ of him.  She wasn’t prepared, however, for the physical impact of seeing him in person….  She had saved up for a good seat and felt like she was staring right up at him.  Goose bumps ran up and down her spine, and she felt light-headed, like she would faint.  Her heart froze up and she forgot to breathe….and then he seemed to smile right down at her as he sang “I get you through it nice and slow, when the world’s spinning out of control”…. Pretty soon she couldn’t tell the reality from the dream.  Things started to get a bit hazy after the concert….

She found herself standing backstage, along with the usual groupies.  Someone asked her something, and she stuttered, “I’m with the band”.  They smiled knowingly, and walked on by. The band was winding down, having a few drinks.  Billy, his buddy and guitarist, handed her a glass.  She took a sip, and grimaced.  Then she heard the voice.  His voice.

“I’m drinking the brown liquor tonight, my friend”, he said.  “If that doesn’t suit you, I’m sure I could find some white lightning”, as he grinned, showing his boyish cockeyed toothy smile that melted hearts.  She looked up, and then around, wondering.  Is he talking to HER?  He clinked his glass to hers.  She could not move.  She was mesmerized.  His brown eyes crinkled at her, as he leaned his long, lanky frame on the doorway.  He put his free hand up on the other side, trapping her in between.

“What’s your story, sunshine, haven’t seen you around here before”, he said.  She lost her words, and downed the contents of her glass, hoping for some liquid courage.  She came up almost choking on the taste, but managed to hold it down.  As it burned fire in her belly, she could finally speak.  She leaned forward, and put her hand on his vest.  “I came here for you”, she said.

“Couple more of these”, he said as he tipped his glass full of brown liquor to her, “and you might just get your wish little lady”.

He whispered in her ear, “You’re like an angel, got me feeling like a devil, and I wanna give you something, if you promise that you won’t tell“.  He pulled a piece of black licorice out of his pocket, and dangled it in front of her.  “My favorite vice”, he said “besides coffee.”   “Goes good with the whiskey”, he breathed in my face.  She leaned forward and they took a bite together.  He smelled deliciously of well-earned sweat, whiskey, licorice and a faint lingering scent of cologne.  She inhaled deeply, to imprint his pheromones in her senses forever.

He pushed his hat back a bit with the glass in his hand.  She raised her eyes and said teasingly “Always with the hat?”  Leaning back against the door frame he said “That’s an excellent question, darlin’, an excellent question.  I’ve always worn a hat, since Little League, and now, I guess I think it adds to the mystery.  Does he or doesn’t he have hair, now that is the real question.”  “I know you have hair”, she said, “I’ve seen pictures without”.   “Now see you’ve gone and spoiled my mystique.  That’s all I’ve got going on”, he grinned.  “Oh, you’ve got a lot more than a hat going on”, she said.

“Maybe we should explore that”, he said, while pouring some more of the brown liquor.  “You’ll be my vacation away from this place. You know what I want.  Holding that cup, It’s pouring over the sides.  Make me wanna spread my arms and fly.

She reached for his hand.  He wrapped his fingers around hers, and looking back said “Billy, I’m leaving you for tonight, take care of the tour bus.” “Soon enough I’m taking my shot”.  He cocked his fingers like a gun. “Bang”.

They walked to the parking lot towards her car, away from the horde of fans waiting for him at the tour bus.  She said “You shouldn’t leave your fans disappointed”.  “Not to worry” he said.  “Most of them are happy enough with Pretty Boy Billy”.  As they drove towards her house, she glanced over at him.  “Well I would imagine you have all kinds of girlfriends everywhere”, trying to sound nonchalant about the images playing in her head.  He stared at her a moment.  “Well”, he said, “Let me be perfectly honest”.  “So before this goes too far, let me tell you what you are.  You’re amazing, I’m attracted, but I’m terribly distracted.  And I’m trying to be verbal, and I’m back into this circle because I just found someone special.  And that’s really something special if you knew me.  Nice to meet you, nice to meet you, nice to meet you anyway.  And even if you want me to stay here, I’m telling you right now I should leave before I get to changing my mind, dear. I hope you understand what I mean.”

She stopped the car in her driveway, and froze with her hands on the wheel.  She should turn around and take him back to his bus.  She wasn’t going to make herself a one-night stand, a moment of weakness, a mistake, just another cheap groupie looking for someone to brag about.   But he was honest with her, and she appreciated him all the more for it.  He placed his hand on hers.  She turned her head, looked deep into his eyes.  Satisfied, she took the keys out of the ignition, and opened her car door, walking up to the house without looking back…..

He followed her to the front door.  Put his hands on her shoulders, and turned her around.  He touched his forehead to hers.  “Darlin’, I think you understand me.  That I don’t want to be anything other than what I’ve been trying to be lately.  All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind.  I’m tired of looking ’round rooms wondering what I’ve got to do or who I’m supposed to be.  I don’t want to be anything other than me.”  “You are all I want, all I dream about”, she said.  The door closed silently behind them.

She awoke slowly, not wanting her dream to end.  She kept her eyes shut, trying to prolong it.  She knew it was just a dream, but it all felt so real….she sighed as she rolled over to the other side of the bed.  And felt the warmth of a recently departed body.  Her eyes flew open, as she frantically searched her brain and the room for any clues.  Surely it was all a dream.  The best dream.   She blinked as she saw a t-shirt laid across her nightstand.  She grabbed it and held it close to her breast and inhaled of it deeply.   A note fluttered to the floor:

“I’m in love with a girl who knows me better.  Fell for the woman just when I met her. Took my sweet time when I was bitter.  Someone understands.  And she knows how to treat a fella right.  Give me that feeling every night.  Wants to make love when I wanna fight.  Now someone understand me.  I’m in love with a girl, I’m in love with a girl, in love with a girl.  And her name is YOU.”

She rolled back on her back.  How could this be happening to her?  Surely she would never see him again.  Then her phone chirped.  Incoming voice mail, from a number she didn’t recognize.  With her heart pounding, she pressed the button, and heard his voice again…

“Oh, this is the start of something  good, don’t  you agree?  I haven’t felt like this in so many moons, you  know what I mean?  And we can build through this destruction as we are standing on our feet.  So since you want to be with me, you’ll have to follow through with every word you say.  And I, all I really want is you, you to stick around.  I’ll see you everyday.  But you have  to follow through.  You have to  follow through”.

She clutched the phone to her and wept with joy.  Oh yes.  Hell yes.  She would follow through.  She would follow him to the ends of the earth.  Then, startled out of her revelry, she looked at her ringing phone.  It was the same number, calling.  She smiled as she hit the green button….

Fan or Fanatic?

Yes, I’m still a Gavin DeGraw fan.  He had himself quite a succesful tour this summer, to sold out venues all over the country.  I love his music and think he is a cool guy.  And yes, he follows me on twitter.  And have personal interaction there on occasion.  My own special Gavin twitter account, lol.  BUT.  I’m not running off after him any time soon.  Some of the girls that follow Gavin on twitter are really just too much.  Kinda of sad and funny at the same time.  And when they get too aggressive and he unfollows them?  OMG, they are heartbroken forever.  Seriously.  These are grown women.  MARRIED women.  Doesn’t matter.  They are totally obsessed with Gavin.  Hence, they are not just fans, they are fanatic.

I try to be realistic, and know that he isn’t pining away for me and writing songs about me and barely knows I exist.  His latest album “Sweeter” isn’t all love ballads, some songs really speak to the situation.  As a gifted songwriter, Gavin says it best himself:  “If you miss me, don’t. If I never wanna see you again I won’t. If you get an invitation I’m probably drunk. You’re just as hot as radiation. But I’m in this situation.  I only give in when I get the need.  I’m only coming around cause I get to leave and…”  Hello, booty call people.

He is a touring musician.  His rabid fans truly believe he is sweet and innocent and doesn’t have a girlfriend because he doesn’t have the time.  People, trust me.  He doesn’t buy the milk, cause he gets GALLONS of it every day for free!  Girls are throwing themselves at him at every turn.  Do a little digging and you can find out he prefers them young and blonde, and there is no dearth of them.

Now, he may be a man whore, but he is NOT a total cad.  He is very respectful and polite to ALL his fans, young and old alike.  He always has a ready smile, and will take a pic and sign an autograph for you.  His handlers have to drag him away, otherwise he would stay and hang out and talk for hours.

He puts on quite a show onstage, and does enough winking and pointing to make every girl feel special and singled out.  But there is always one held in reserve for later.  It is said he is very attentive to them til the deed is done, and then they are sent on their way.  And usually the “deed” is a one way street, if you get my drift.  But hey, there are plenty of girls out there who would consider it an honor and a privilege to service him.

I mean, come on, he travels on a bus with his band and crew.  They sleep in bunkbeds three high, with curtains.  Not sure how romantic you can get in there for long, lol.  Especially if the bus is on its way to the next tour stop.  Seems like the girl would be stranded at a new destination.  So the girl prolly never makes it to the bunk.  Unless she is a keeper, for at least a few stops, lol.

But it does amaze me what some of these fans think and do.  I am very enamored of him, and have quite a cougar crush on him.  But I am also realistic, and am content to admire him from afar.  These woman follow him around the country just to meet and greet him for 5 minutes for a photo op.  A very expensive photo op!  They stand in long lines to get the best seats.

But hey, whatever floats your boat.  Girls have been doing this for ever.  That’s what sells records, and makes a rock star.  He doesn’t seem to have any bad press following him around about it, so I guess the girl(s) slink away afterwards content for what little attention they received, but too embarrassed to tell the real story of what happened (or didn’t happen).

And he IS sensitive, if nothing else.  At least in his early days, as evidenced by MY personal favorite song of his, Glass.

“Fool you made the girl fall in love, you said those beautiful things, she thought you spoke things you mean

You breathe her air and you leave, you keep your mind on yourself, and lie the glass on the shelf

It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t true, I just wanted to make you feel good, just wanted you near.  I wasn’t prepared, I wasn’t thinking of you, that you could actually love me, it never should have started.

But it was the kiss, it took me away, it’s like he knew that I am fragile, he handled me like glass

but I don’t want the man to suffer, oh not the way I am. Because deep down I know that he’s glass too

but it really doesn’t matter, until it’s happening to you . Everybody breaks. Everybody breaks sometimes”

Crash….the sound of glass breaking…or is that your heart?

Love story woven in songs

She went to the concert by herself.  She was too embarrassed to ask any of her girlfriends to go with her.  They would think she was crazy  ier.  She couldn’t explain her obsession, even to herself.  She was too old.  Wasn’t his type.  She told herself every excuse in the book.  But every night she dreamt about him.  Every day she watched his face, as she listened to his voice online.  All 17″ of him.  She wasn’t prepared, however, for the physical impact of seeing him in person….  She had saved up for a good seat and felt like she was staring right up at him.  Goose bumps ran up and down her spine, and she felt light-headed, like she would faint.  Her heart froze up and she forgot to breathe….and then he seemed to smile right down at her as he sang “I get you through it nice and slow, when the world’s spinning out of control”…. Pretty soon she couldn’t tell the reality from the dream.  Things started to get a bit hazy after the concert….

She found herself standing backstage, along with the usual groupies.  Someone asked her something, and she stuttered, “I’m with the band”.  They smiled knowingly, and walked on by. The band was winding down, having a few drinks.  Billy, his buddy and guitarist, handed her a glass.  She took a sip, and grimaced.  Then she heard the voice.  His voice.

“I’m drinking the brown liquor tonight, my friend”, he said.  “If that doesn’t suit you, I’m sure I could find some white lightning”, as he grinned, showing his boyish cockeyed toothy smile that melted hearts.  She looked up, and then around, wondering.  Is he talking to HER?  He clinked his glass to hers.  She could not move.  She was mesmerized.  His brown eyes crinkled at her, as he leaned his long, lanky frame on the doorway.  He put his free hand up on the other side, trapping her in between.

“What’s your story, sunshine, haven’t seen you around here before”, he said.  She lost her words, and downed the contents of her glass, hoping for some liquid courage.  She came up almost choking on the taste, but managed to hold it down.  As it burned fire in her belly, she could finally speak.  She leaned forward, and put her hand on his vest.  “I came here for you”, she said.

“Couple more of these”, he said as he tipped his glass full of brown liquor to her, “and you might just get your wish little lady”.

He whispered in her ear, “You’re like an angel, got me feeling like a devil, and I wanna give you something, if you promise that you won’t tell“.  He pulled a piece of black licorice out of his pocket, and dangled it in front of her.  “My favorite vice”, he said “besides coffee.”   “Goes good with the whiskey”, he breathed in my face.  She leaned forward and they took a bite together.  He smelled deliciously of well-earned sweat, whiskey, licorice and a faint lingering scent of cologne.  She inhaled deeply, to imprint his pheromones in her senses forever.

He pushed his hat back a bit with the glass in his hand.  She raised her eyes and said teasingly “Always with the hat?”  Leaning back against the door frame he said “That’s an excellent question, darlin’, an excellent question.  I’ve always worn a hat, since Little League, and now, I guess I think it adds to the mystery.  Does he or doesn’t he have hair, now that is the real question.”  “I know you have hair”, she said, “I’ve seen pictures without”.   “Now see you’ve gone and spoiled my mystique.  That’s all I’ve got going on”, he grinned.  “Oh, you’ve got a lot more than a hat going on”, she said.

“Maybe we should explore that”, he said, while pouring some more of the brown liquor.  “You’ll be my vacation away from this place. You know what I want.  Holding that cup, It’s pouring over the sides.  Make me wanna spread my arms and fly.

She reached for his hand.  He wrapped his fingers around hers, and looking back said “Billy, I’m leaving you for tonight, take care of the tour bus.”  “Soon enough I’m taking my shot”.  He cocked his fingers like a gun.  “Bang”.

They walked to the parking lot towards her car, away from the horde of fans waiting for him at the tour bus.  She said “You shouldn’t leave your fans disappointed”.  “Not to worry” he said.  “Most of them are happy enough with Pretty Boy Billy”.  As they drove towards her house, she glanced over at him.  “Well I would imagine you have all kinds of girlfriends everywhere”, trying to sound nonchalant about the images playing in her head.  He stared at her a moment.  “Well”, he said, “Let me be perfectly honest”.  “So before this goes too far, let me tell you what you are.  You’re amazing, I’m attracted, but I’m terribly distracted.  And I’m trying to be verbal, and I’m back into this circle because I just found someone special.  And that’s really something special if you knew me.  Nice to meet you, nice to meet you, nice to meet you anyway.  And even if you want me to stay here, I’m telling you right now I should leave before I get to changing my mind, dear. I hope you understand what I mean.”

She stopped the car in her driveway, and froze with her hands on the wheel.  She should turn around and take him back to his bus.  She wasn’t going to make herself a one-night stand, a moment of weakness, a mistake, just another cheap groupie looking for someone to brag about.   But he was honest with her, and she appreciated him all the more for it.  He placed his hand on hers.  She turned her head, looked deep into his eyes.  Satisfied, she took the keys out of the ignition, and opened her car door, walking up to the house without looking back…..

He followed her to the front door.  Put his hands on her shoulders, and turned her around.  He touched his forehead to hers.  “Darlin’, I think you understand me.  That I don’t want to be anything other than what I’ve been trying to be lately.  All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind.  I’m tired of looking ’round rooms wondering what I’ve got to do or who I’m supposed to be.  I don’t want to be anything other than me.”  “You are all I want, all I dream about”, she said.  The door closed silently behind them.

She awoke slowly, not wanting her dream to end.  She kept her eyes shut, trying to prolong it.  She knew it was just a dream, but it all felt so real….she sighed as she rolled over to the other side of the bed.  And felt the warmth of a recently departed body.  Her eyes flew open, as she frantically searched her brain and the room for any clues.  Surely it was all a dream.  The best dream.   She blinked as she saw a t-shirt laid across her nightstand.  She grabbed it and held it close to her breast and inhaled of it deeply.   A note fluttered to the floor:

“I’m in love with a girl who knows me better.  Fell for the woman just when I met her. Took my sweet time when I was bitter.  Someone understands.  And she knows how to treat a fella right.  Give me that feeling every night.  Wants to make love when I wanna fight.  Now someone understand me.  I’m in love with a girl, I’m in love with a girl, in love with a girl.  And her name is YOU.”

She rolled back on her back.  How could this be happening to her?  Surely she would never see him again.  Then her phone chirped.  Incoming voice mail, from a number she didn’t recognize.  With her heart pounding, she pressed the button, and heard his voice again…

“Oh, this is the start of something  good, don’t  you agree?  I haven’t felt like this in so many moons, you  know what I mean?  And we can build through this destruction as we are standing on our feet.  So since you want to be with me, you’ll have to follow through with every word you say.  And I, all I really want is you, you to stick around.  I’ll see you everyday.  But you have  to follow through.  You have to  follow through”.

She clutched the phone to her and wept with joy.  Oh yes.  Hell yes.  She would follow through.  She would follow him to the ends of the earth.  Then, startled out of her revelry, she looked at her ringing phone.  It was the same number, calling.  She smiled as she hit the green button….