On the way to the concert I saw Jan outside. Bob learned today that he has diabetes. He was not happy. I wasn't the only one who thought the day so far sucked.
I arrived at the concert a few minutes before it started. That's not typical. The audience was larger than typical. The concert was by "Out of the Blue Grass". Don't let the name fool you, this is the Mission Mountain Wood Band reformed. They are reunited for a mini-tour this summer and this night's concert was "incognito" so they could practice before a live audience to get the kinks out of their performance.
*wink* *wink* *nudge* *nudge* Not the best kept secret, so that may explain the larger audience. And more enthusiastic audience. Each song got more applause that usual at these concerts.
This concert was sponsored by the 1st National Bank of Montana. Nearby where I locked my bicycle to a light pole 1st National Bank was giving out free bottles of water and ice cream sandwiches. I got one of each and wandered to find a place to sit or stand. Because of the threat of rain there was a small canopy over the soundboard. This mean the spot I typically lean against a large tree had a blocked view. I saw Gary there with his chair in his typical spot, but as I had nothing to sit on, I decide to not go there and planned to later visit with him during intermission.
Eventually I ended up in another typical location: in the back leaning against the old depot building. It was good that I did since - who did appear - but Colleen. Last year I almost didn't go to a concert, but did - and met Colleen. The same this year. And trailing behind Colleen was her pug dog, Zukie. (pronounced Zoo' - key)
Colleen had been at a restaurant with a friend of hers, and now that the meal was over she decided to see if I was at the concert. She also had three glasses of wine by her admission, and was more buzzed than I have ever seen her. She was feeling good.
And of course she looked great. She was wearing a white tank top with a Humane Society logo, and jeans and sandals. Her toenails were painted an interesting and pretty color that I can best describe - in my limited male perspective - as a coppery bronzy color. I never got around to asking her the color as I noticed it when she was chatting either with the odd little fellow that had attended her Humane Society volunteer presentation last Saturday, or Jerry, some guy she knew and the subject was wood flooring. Of course with my tinnitus I initially thought his name was Terry.
I wasn't just looking at Colleen's toenails and wondering about their color as she chatted with the other guys. I also kept an eye on Zukie as she wandered about exploring.
Colleen had her hair pinned up in the back to get it off her neck. The ends beyond where she had pinned it up were colored different than I remembered: she had more brown and reds in her blond hair. Looked nice.
I mentioned before that Colleen looks "smokin' hot". She has curves in all the right places and has a very feminine vibe in how she looks and moves and talks. One that naturally attracts the male eye. Scientifically speaking... Colleen = woman. With her tight white top and jeans and Zukie running around, it was hard to say who got more looks, but eventually I think Zukie won as she is so sweet and adorable.
It was warm so I suggested we get a bottle of water for Zukie. Why shouldn't I have been surprised that Colleen knew one of the ladies handing out the water bottles? After a quick hug between them Colleen got a bottle of water.
Colleen knelt and poured water into the bottle cap as Zukie lapped it up. Then Zukie looped around checking things and people out but not wandering too far from Colleen even as we moved back to be against the building. A few other people walked by with their dogs and Zukie and one other dog were quite interested in each other spending some time smelling each other's private areas.
As we moved back to the building Colleen tugged on the bottom of my very patched up cut-off jeans and told me she remembered them. Yes, I was wearing one of my very patched up - and original and unique and apparently unforgettable! - jeans. This pair is so patched up only one pocket still works. I think only a quarter of the jeans is original material.
I did tell Colleen that I have bought some new jeans and I have a quite a number now without patches. And at least I was wearing a t-shirt so we wouldn't get a note from an indignant lady like we did last year.
Other than being interrupted by a few people Colleen knows we chatted a bit catching up more on what she has been doing since we broke up last Summer.
I lost track of the band and their music as that faded into background noise. Who knows how long it was before I saw out of the corner of my eye people folding up their chairs and leaving. A breeze seemed to be picking up, then it began to rain lightly. Colleen and I were against the building and protected even though there was no overhang above us.
Bit by bit I felt a few more drops as it began to rain harder and the music stopped and people ran off with their chairs. It didn't matter to us. Usually the concert people give raffle prizes away during intermission, but that hadn't happened yet. As people ran in the rain Scott was trying to announce the winning ticket numbers. I don't know if anyone cared. I could barely hear Scott through the sound of the downpour.
Colleen moved a few feet over to the entrance to a door which provided a tad bit more protection from the rain. I joined her in the doorway. We continued talking with each of us slowly getting wet. It was alright as it was warm out and the rain felt good. Who'd want to be anywhere else?
Zukie had wandered around the sidewalk and the grass in the rain and didn't mind initially, but later she took refuge between my legs and under me where it was drier. She sat there and looked out at the fewer and fewer people until all there were left was the band packing up in the gazebo and some people trying to stay dry against the building and under the overhang.
Colleen was chatting away and enjoying the moment, and so was I. Colleen's hair was getting a little wet and so was her white top, and she was happy about it and looked so adorable. I would say this was just like in the movies where in the romantic comedy the couple "meets cute". The problem is that Colleen and I knew each other and had broken up. So would this count as "re-meeting cute"?
Colleen looked so good - even wet, especially wet! - and was so bubbly and in a good mood from the wine I wanted to kiss her. But our relationship has transitioned to being "just friends", and one doesn't passionately kiss someone who is just a friend. Damn! Because she is a great kisser. So I tried to think of something else.
We were getting wetter and wetter. When hardly anyone was left Colleen asked if I wanted a ride home. Ya! I looked to the western horizon and it didn't look like it would stop raining any time soon. So off we went out in the rain. I had to stop and unlock my bicycle from the light pole. Why did I lock it in the first place?
We were quickly getting soaked. Colleen ran across the street to her pickup. Zukie was with me. Water was standing in puddles and she was careful in crossing them with her short stubby legs.
A SUV stopped on the road to let me cross and I stood with my bicycle and waited for Zukie to catch up with me, then walked along side of her so no vehicles would run her over as she crossed. She is short and black and gray and very hard to see in the downpour. Colleen was waiting at her pickup and once Zukie reached it, she grabbed Zukie and put her inside while I put my bicycle in her pickup bed.
Inside the pickup we were soaked head to toe. We looked at one another and laughed. The inside of the pickup windows quickly fogged up from our wet bodies. The defroster was taking too long to clear the windows so we rubbed a blanket on the windshield to clear the fog off and raised and lowered the side windows to clear them also.
Zukie sat in her perch between the seats. She shook herself off getting us wetter in the process. Colleen rubbed her briefly with the towel, and then we were off.
It was raining so hard that some of the road was underwater. Large sections of the right lane of Hwy 2 in Evergreen was deep with water. Even driving in the left lane and in a pickup we were throwing water as Colleen drove.
We were laughing and enjoying it all as it was an adventure. And I didn't have to ride the 6.5 miles home in the downpour.
So Colleen delivered me home safe and somewhat dry. I'd say she was my knight in shining armor, but that doesn't sound right. But you get the idea.
So was that the end of my evening? No... as when I got inside my house I found I had a phone message from Tammy, another former girlfriend. She had called to chat. I called her back and we ended talking for about two hours as I dried off and listened to the rain falling outside my open doors and windows. Tammy didn't have to work until next Monday, but due to the distance from there to here it was just not feasible for her to finally come and see Montana and the mountains. But we had a very nice talk. It was great talking with her. Another beautiful woman.
Man! What a great end of a day! So, for a day that started out badly and was lousy much of the time, it sure ended well. The evening and the women more than made up for the bad start.
And we needed the rain.
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