Ok, so this post is more for me than for the internet. But since I haven’t been good about keeping up with my journal, I’m going to post this here so that I can try to remember as many details as I can. But honestly, I was so nervous and inwardly freaking out that the details are fuzzy and the chronology is definitely all screwed up. So basically I was closing at the restaurant tonight. Diego closed with me, so I hung out with him for a bit once I was off the clock, since he was waiting for Roger, the bartender and his best friend. By the time we actually walked out the door, it was almost midnight. I get to my car and check my phone and see a text from Jess. She was at our favorite bar, M (keeping the details vague so Tre can have some semblance of anonymity), because Annie wanted to see her friend’s band play. Jess texts me a video of Tre Cool playing drums in this band, I guess as a guest spot, and tells me that he’s at the bar. Check the time of the text, 11:06. I’m cursing myself for staying after work with Diego and Roger and start driving as fast as I can towards M. I get there, find Jess and Annie, and ask if he’s still there. We look around, don’t see him, so we get up to go check the quiet side of the bar. Sure enough he’s there! He’s playing darts with a friend and his wife and another friend are sitting at a high top table watching. I walk up awkwardly, wanting to talk to him but not knowing how to breach a conversation and also feeling bad for interrupting. So please forgive me, because the details are probably going to start getting jumbled now. He can tell I’m loitering towards him so I say “I just wanted to tell you how much I love what you do” and he says something along the lines of “Thank you, I love what you do too”. I offer to buy him a drink, he says he’s good. I feel like maybe we had another line of dialogue, can’t remember what was said, but his wife chimes in and says “Oh, her name is Sarah too!” (I was still in my uniform, still wearing my name tag). I turn to her and say “Yeah, I actually met both of you about a year and a half ago. You came into my restaurant (insert name, but like I said, trying to be discreet for his sake- don’t want people trying to stalk him or anything)” They LITERALLY say “Oh yeah! We kind of remember you! Nice to see you again” (inward death forever). I’m feeling like I’m interrupting, wanting to try to wrap things up, so I ask “Would it be weird if I asked for a selfie? I’m sorry” and he goes “Sure no problem” and hands his darts to his friend, chiding her that she better not throw them. Then Sarah asks if I would like her to take the picture. I say “Sure, if you don’t mind. Thank you so much!” And she says “No problem, I’m getting really good and this pointing and clicking thing”. Tre says let’s take the picture with the dart boards in the background because it will look cool like we just had a really mean competitive darts game. Now I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be looking “mean” in the picture or normal smiling. I ask but don’t get an answer, opt for smiling. Sarah takes the picture, it doesn’t turn out, turns flash on, says it turned out really good. I don’t even check it, too nervous. I thank them both profusely, start trying to leave. Don’t remember if they said something else, but I tell him “You guys were great at the Rose Bowl”. He looks really, truly pleased and says “Oh, you were there?” And I said “Yes and you guys were fantastic!” and he jokes that it wasn’t them it was just the fireworks. And I insist that no, they were great although I wasn’t crazy about the Rose Bowl’s purse policy. And then he tells me “Yeah, I was so pissed about that. Our tour manager didn’t tell us until that morning and I knew it was going to be a problem. That was not us, it was the venue.” The friend didn’t know what was going on, so Sarah and I started filling her in about the purse policy. I said how frustrated I was, that I missed the first half hour of the show because of it. Tre said “well at least we managed a 2 hour set that night” and I said “yeah” and smiled. The Tre said that it was bullshit, that the Rose Bowl just wants to make money off selling people clear purses and that Green Day didn’t see any of that money, that they didn’t like that policy. I agreed and told them that I was number 930 to check my bag so they had to have made at least 9300 dollars. Sarah and the friend said that they wouldn’t have felt comfortable leaving their purses with all those people anyways and I told them how I emptied the whole thing out before checking it. I told them I literally would have throw my purse away if I hadn’t brought my record purse from South Africa that had sentimental value. Then I told them how I was so excited about the show, I had been talking about it at work non-stop for two weeks. And that all my coworkers asked me how Green Day was and I stressed that GREEN DAY was amazing but that I hated the Rose Bowl. I told them that my friends were telling me I should call and complain and try to get a refund, I said that my mom said I should try to contact Green Day directly because they probably wouldn’t like this policy either. Then I said “I told her ‘how am I supposed to get in contact with Green Day?’ Who would have ever thought I’d get to tell the source directly?” Sarah laughed and Tre said “Well you can tell your mom that we were very upset too. Hey, at least we’ve played there. Now we can say we’ve done it and we never have to do it again.” (Good, because I don’t want to have to go to the Rose Bowl ever again if I can help it). Then Sarah asked if I still work at my restaurant. I told her yes, that I actually just came from work, which is why I’m still in my uniform. She said that they love to come in there for Raiders games, that it must have been a Raiders game the last time they came in when I met them. I said that they should ask for me the next time they come in. She asked if I work Sundays. (crying forever) I told her that I don’t, I hang out with my mom on Sundays, that she and I are very close if she couldn’t tell from what I’d been saying. But if they are ever in on a Thursday for football to ask for me. Tre chimes in from his darts game and says “but we can watch the Thursday games from our own home” (didn’t quite make sense to me - why can’t he watch Sunday games from home?) And then I said, “Well either way, ask for me the next time you come in. I work on Sundays on occasion.” She says “We will.” (*screaming inside my head*) I thank them again and they tell me “Nice to meet you again.” Then just like last time, I compliment Sarah’s hat (it was like a leather pageboy cap with all these pins and patches on it). I tell her she always has the most beautiful hats. She laughs, says she’s just trying to cover up her head all the time apparently. I tell her “Well, it’s really cute.” I think I thanked them again, maybe told them to have a good night? Left. Went to the other side of the bar. Found Jess. I was shaky, hot, my chest was flaming red, giving off crazy heat. Jess laughed, hugged me, teased me. I sat at the bar, checked the photo, ordered an Angry Orchard to calm my nerves. Sent the picture to some of the important people: Mom, Heather, Jamin, Diego-because I thought he’d appreciate it. While I was sitting there trying to calm down, I saw my first ever bar fight. Two drunk middle aged guys, fighting because the one guy thought the other was hitting on his wife. Jason was on it pretty fast- fight lasted like 10 seconds. Still exciting. So now I’m here, freaking out over how this evening went. I am 100% sure that there are probably bits I’m forgetting or misremembering. I wouldn’t assume any of the phrases was exactly accurate. This is more the gist of things. When I’m that nervous and excited, my brain gets fuzzy. Anyways, I’m dying forever. If they really do come in and ask for me, I will probably have a freaking heart attack. Maybe I should start requesting to work during the Raiders games.
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