September 4th 2016
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| When I could sit down! |
I missed it by a hair! Two days that is. I mean to say I missed two days by a hair. An in grown hair on my ass that is! I woke up Friday morning with with a lump on my arse. Not on the giant cheeks that make up my ass but on the part where the two cheeks meet. About one inch from ground zero if you get my drift. I wanted to blame it on Pat Benatar but the lovely Lisa informs me music can't cause an ingrown hair. That and I was already in pain before she sang a note! That may have been the most uncomfortable I have ever been.
Why did we go to the concert? Because we bought floor seats for her show and she is one of the lovely Lisa's favorites. I realized I was in trouble as I got into the car and a spasm of pain shot through my nether reaches. I tried to suck it up but I was wiggling like a worm on a hook trying to find a spot that didn't hurt. We went to Tentatsu for dinner before the show and as you know Tentatsu is our go to Japanese joint. This was the least I have ever enjoyed a meal there. There was no way to get comfortable. We ordered our usual Sashimi Tuna and Avocado salad and a chicken teriyaki dinner. It was the same as always delicious but I wasn't hungry. I mostly pushed the food around on my plate and sat there staring at the lovely Lisa while she polished off our meal. We ordered a combo roll B for Steve who was waiting for us at the concert. He was in the free seats and we were on the floor in the reserved seats.
The lovely Lisa found us parking on the back side of the recreation center for free. The sign said the parking was restricted until 7:30. It was 7:07 so we sat in the car on the empty block until we were surrounded by other cars. Everyone getting out and looking at the sign. We could hear them discussing whether they could leave their car or if they should stay until 7:30. The lovely Lisa and I left the car at 7:15 figuring that like all good Government employees they were probably not going to be out giving tickets fifteen minutes before the parking restrictions come off. We walked the block to the main gates, my backpack stuffed with cushions and rain ponchos because it had been raining off and on all day. We met up with Steve in the Amphitheatre and delivered his sushi rolls. He told us later he was bombarded with "Where did you get the sushi? questions. There is no sushi available at the PNE, How strange is that? You can get deep fried butter but not a California roll! I barely saw any of the Pat Benatar show. From the moment she walked on stage everyone on the floor stood up. Including the lovely Lisa. Come on! I paid $35 for this seat I couldn't even see the giant screens beside the stage. My carbuncle had now tightened up to the point that every movement sent a shiver of pain through my very core. How's that for drama.
Not to worry. It didn't last. At this point if you're squeamish or easily offended you might want to skip this paragraph. My carbuncle exploded like a jug of milk left in the car on a hot summer day. How's that for a visual?! I finally was making the effort to stand up and see what was going on when it happened. I felt a momentary release of pressure followed by a soul crushing pang of agony and an aroma that was reminiscent of rotting meat. It was the same smell that came off of our old dog Sammy's ears when he got ear infections late in his life. I thought I was uncomfortable before, now I had all the same issues plus a puss filled skid mark in my shorts! I kept it to myself but I could see the reaction of the people around me as the aroma wafted about me. But enough about me.
Pat Benatar was very good at what she does. I don't really relate to her music. Her husband, who she calls Spider was also her guitar player and co writer and had way too much distortion on his guitar in my opinion. Pat's voice is better than it was when she was young. Not so squeaky and kind of smokey. The lovely Lisa loved the show. I had other concerns. We met up with Steve after the show and he came with us to the car and we drove him back to his car and transferred my amp to his car for a show he was doing on Saturday in Point Roberts.
\The lovely Lisa took me home where I showered then soaked my aching butt in salt water hoping to draw out the offending hair. It helped, but not nearly enough. I spent most of Saturday in bed. When I was out of bed I was in the tub with epsom salts. Three times yesterday I soaked my aching ass. I got out of bed at 4:00 to go to Rivers Reach for Pizza. I was going stir crazy and it only hurt when I sat down! Which is what you do when your eating dinner. It was good to see the folks we were meeting. GMcT and Sherry, Willy and Annie and Duffy. I managed to survive the dinner by getting up and walking around several times. I came home after dinner had another butt soak and went to lie down in bed.
I shouldn't be in bed that early. I woke up at 6:45 and sitting on a stack of cushions wrote this for your morning consumption. The house is starting to come alive now. Michelle with one L is up and we're having coffee and not talking about my arse! I'm not putting up any pictures today because the lovely Lisa will leave me if I put up a picture of my carbuncle and anything else would be a letdown!
It's 8:30 and I'm off to soak my arse in the hopes that I will be sitting pretty at the Monkees show tonight.
That's all I've got
Till next time
Peace out Y'all
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