With Valentine's Day being five days away, I thought I could use that as my theme for the week. I shall begin with the best and most memorable dates I have been on.
I met this guy Steve in the early '90's. It was nothing serious, just some fun.
I made mention that I liked Metallica. Their album with Enter Sandman had crossed over. Now Steve is not Metallica material. I think I told him that just to scare him off. But to win me over, he called 1800BESTTIX and got us fifth row seats. I could not believe he had done this. He is very mild mannered and his idea of a rocking time would be to go to the Gospel-Country Jubilee in Mt. Vernon, KY.
So we went. I wore this loosely knit pink sweater thing over a black turtleneck. The reason I remember what I wore so vividly is because I was the only one in the audience not in black. And I was in the 5th row, directly in front of the stage, glowing pinkly right under the watchful eye of "F***YOU" James Hetfield, the singer for Metallica. The reason I call him this is because when he was not singing, he was yelling that at us! And we would yell it back. He would flip us the bird, and we would flip it right back. He did all this with a grin from ear to ear. He had the most beautiful smile, such white teeth! He was so endearing, really. Who would have thought. He would take a cup of beer and gulp some of it then toss/throw the cup into the audience...right at me. Every single time! Pink advantage.
He'd say, "We're going to sing "Fill-in-the-blank," do you all know it?" We'd all yell back, "Yeeeeeaaaaaaa". "Okay, sing along", he'd demand. It seemed he'd keep his eye on me to make sure I was singing along and had not lied about knowing the lyrics. I did a lot of mouthing....having no idea what I was singing but I was intent not to disappoint James. Steve was standing on chairs with me, head banging with me, yelling "F***YOU" with everyone, and yes even faking he knew the words to Whiplash right along with me.
It was the greatest time.