My Shortest Friendship
Monday, 17 September 2007 by Jacob TomawLast night Robert and Kavitha joined Jocelynn and me at a small concert of north Indian Tabla music. After the concert we went to La Creperie. We intended to just enjoy some fine crepes. Little did we know we would make and lose a new friend.
Just after sitting down on the back patio, a man took the table next to us as some more tables were being pulled together for him. He asked us if we minded if he smoked. We told him we did not mind and he thanked us. We in turn thanked him for asking and we exchanged some mild pleasantries about this. The smoking situation being settled, our dinner continued.
As we picked out meals, Jos and I talked about how good the crepes we had in Paris were. This lead to me talking about Dana in France. I was telling a story about the ice cream parlor in Aix when the smoking man interjected. He asked how I would deal with teams of girls cheering at a concert and be able to not feel guilty in the morning. He said he was on tour and had just left a concert in Wicker Park.
We were still trying to continue our own conversation without the smoking man, but he continued to tell me about how he had to get out of the Wicker Park because the people he was seeing there were not what he stood for. Eventually, he asked me if I had heard of Staind. I said I had. He then gestured that he was a member in a way that was clearly supposed to impress me. After this he apologized for interrupting us and said out dinner was on him. We told him that was not necessary, but he insisted.
Like I said, I had heard of Staind but had no idea who were members and cannot name one of thier songs now after looking them up. There are a lot of people I would be impressed to meet, but none of them are rock stars. Aren’t rock stars kind of known for being mean? I am a fan of The White Stripes, but would probably run away if I saw Jack White coming at me. Also, I am less interested in meeting a rock star who wants me to be impressed. Staind’s hit songs are OK, but they are not in the realm of the people I would like to meet.
When our drinks came our friend told the waitress they were on him. She relayed this to us. I looked over to thank him again, but he looked lost in thought and I did not interrupt. In time, our meal came and we continued our conversation. After a while I noticed that our new friend was gone, I assumed to the bathroom as his cigarettes were still on the table. Then I heard the waitress tell another table who he was and our friend got a name: “Michael from Staind.”
We had finished our dessert and Micheal from Staind had still not returned. The waitress brought out our bill and told us she had bad news, Michael from Staind would not be covering our bill. She told us that he had gone to the bar and said he had to get out of there because we were too stuffy and had not thanked him for the drinks. And so ended our friendship with Micheal from Staind.
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September 17th, 2007 at 14:43
Apparently Michael is stand up guy.
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