Hubuduh What?

where everybody knows your name
2006-02-28 : 12:07 am

So... Don Knotts, man... Don Knotts.

Meanwhile, I had a once in a lifetime, dream come true experience today. Let me add that this wasn't just MY dream come true... this is the kind of thing that MANY people have dreamed about, and it happened to ME. (frankly, I'd rather the universal dream come true be something like the lottery, but whatever, I'll take this).

So.

Today was this guy at work's last day. The plan was to push beer:o'clock to 4:30 and have a cake for him, then at 6 go out for apps and drinks at the Bullfinch (aka the Real "Cheers." Yes, where everybody knows your name. THAT Cheers). I had class at 6 so I couldn't go. Around 5:30 when I was on my second beer, my boss came up to me and said, in what must have been a fit of temporary insanity, "Jenny, skip class. Come out with us." I immediately said I couldn't, but then I thought, "Wait a minute. No, fuck that, of course I will!" But see, since we only have each class once a week I didn't want to skip the WHOLE thing, so I went for the first part, the lecture, and left during break so that I missed the screening of a couple of TV shows from the 60's. Really don't feel like I missed out there.

I must admit, part of the draw for me tonight was the fact that we'd be going to Cheers. I'd never been there and I'd always wanted to go. Now, I know just as much as the next girl that while the exterior is exactly the same as the establishing exterior shots on the show, and even the staircase going down and the signs are the same, the interior of the bar is very different. I'd heard this before so I was expecting it.

I walked down the stairs and into the foyer (you know that little vestibule they have on the show? That part is exactly the same (which really is very weird. I've never been to a real live place that was exactly like its counter part on television before. Surreal.) Anyway, I walked into the bar, was immediately carded and stamped and had to maneuver my way through the many rooms to find my coworkers and bosses, who had all been there for about an hour and a half, drinking it up. I finally found them in the back room, walked in the door, and, this is the part where the dream comes true, everyone yelled,

"JENNY!"

and then went back to what they were doing. I had a True Norm Moment. They didn't do it on purpose, and "Jenny!" doesn't sound nearly as cool as "Norm!" (a sentence I never thought I'd say) but the whole Thing about going to that bar is that everyone always wants to walk in and have the whole group call out their name. AND IT HAPPENED TO ME!!!

I will now have to be a regular.

Meanwhile, I was totally dismissed by this guy at work because I didn't think Punch Drunk Love was an American MASTERPIECE (this guy has a great head on his shoulders, but I respectfully stand by my statement that that movie was a waste of 2 perfectly good hours), AND, and this is REALLY cool, there's this other guy at work who I've always really gotten along with and liked. In fact, if he was about 10 years younger and not married I would, without a doubt, bonk him over the head with my wooden club and drag him by his Rock Star hair into my cave and have my way with him.

Anyway, this afternoon during a beer run on which I dragged along The New Guy and The Rock Star, and in an effort to bring The New Guy into the fold (he's a little shy) I pointedly asked him, "So, New Guy, you play bass?" (which I already knew) in front of The Rock Star (also a bass player, which I also already knew) so that they could do their little bonding thing. I'm such a good little office manager. What's REALLY cool is that during this whole grown-up male version of the 3rd grade girl "omigod we're totally twinsies!" game they were playing, The Rock Star came out with the fact that sometimes he works the boards for this swing band that plays out in Boston. Hubuduh What? Sometimes he's their Sound Guy.

(I've been getting more and more into Sound myself, just as a reminder).

Well slap my ass and call me junior, if he doesn't have all the knowledge I'm trying to acquire then I'll just come up with some Southern-sounding phrase to fit here when I'm not falling asleep at the keyboard!

So I asked him if he would mind terribly if maybe some day when he's doing a gig for this swing band I could come along and help out, maybe learn a few things? He said that would be fine (and New Guy helped out by saying "Nothings better than on the job training! It's the only way to learn!") and he'd let me know the next time he had a gig where it would be appropriate for me to tag along.

I'm so excited!!! I've been desperately needing a situation I can watch and learn from, and this might be a really great learning experience! Rock Star is incredibly patient and kind, has already owned his own recording studio, and basically knows this stuff inside and out.

Plus, I want to marry someone just like him. Well, I mean, he's just one of many prototypes, but you get my drift.

Aaaaaaand yay for Guinness!!! And bed time!!!