Posts Tagged ‘hugs’

 

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“I’m so fast that last night I turned off the light switch in my hotel room and was in bed before the room was dark.”~ Muhammad Ali

More Dirty Dog Bar.

I’ve become the rolling version of “Norm at Cheers” at that place as staff and patrons alike both know who I am or who I come for.

Even the guy at the door said to me that he had a feeling that he would see me there last night when I came through.

Man on a Mission.

After taking advantage of the opportunity for a ticket to the show to be brought TO me, and very well discounted I might add, I was getting ready to attend the my third ever show with RESISTING VEGAS. And the second time where I was paying close attention.

In a span of less than two months time, I made friends with the band, they know who I am and they know what I do and they know that I love what they do and I spread the word like your nasty uncle’s STD.

I bumped into the one they call “HOLLYWOOD” and I settled in. It would turn out to be a night of free drinks at the Dirty Dog Bar (too bad I couldn’t get that same deal at Shiner Saloon a couple of hours before!)

At any rate, members of RESISTING VEGAS were already there and waiting and to be honest they saw me first before I saw them.

I finally got my hands on a physical copy of their newest EP that just was released. That made for Dambreaker to be one helluva happy and cheeky monkey.

For the past few weeks, I’ve been growing and learning more and more about lead singer, Maranda Vegas. She’s been quite social with me via Facebook. And I think that is cool. She understands that my favorite song of theirs is “Limbo” although the band outvoted her to change the name of the tune to “Should’ve Prayed.”

Ugh. Leave it alone, guys.

But I would learn more about her and her likes and dislikes. I never thought that I would find a woman who didn’t care for flowers. But I did. So I asked what else she liked. She had no clue that I was actually paying close attention. Or she probably just didn’t suspect that I was.

The social convention for stage performers are flowers. But since she doesn’t care for them, I had to go with the next best thing. And that would be donuts.

She’s got a sweet tooth apparently. But honestly who doesn’t? OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

However I got both. Roses AND donuts. I decided white roses so that there was no misunderstanding involved.

Then very quickly it was time for them to set up their stage to perform. It was just so fast. I was trying to take a photograph with Maranda but batteries were dead and now they had to set up. I ran across the street, bought more batteries at more ridiculous downtown prices and ran back across the street to and back in.

So I set up camp. And nobody else came forth. It was strange. I was the only person within miles of the stage no matter from which angle that you measured.

It had to be upsetting for the members of the band. Maranda even just came close to me and simply said “hey thank you for coming!” because it honestly looked like I was the only one there. Anyone else was just there doing their own thing and ignoring the stage.

Of course I sat there, I figured that something had to give and soon both Maranda and Fernando was able to convince about eleven more people to approach the stage and that included lead singer to Black Heart Saints who played first before them.  OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

After that everything was set on cruise control and the night just rocked itself until the end of the set.

Although I was kind of proud of Maranda. The only thing that matters for her is that I think she’s got a terrific singing voice. I could listen to her sing all day long. And I wouldn’t even mind if she wanted to try a lullaby to put me to sleep. I do think she would end up being successful at it.

During “Limbo” I totally forgot about the shout during the middle of the song by Fernando. He crept up to the microphone and belted it out and I about shit my pants in terror. This is what I get for not paying attention to everything going on around me.

Later, I took the EP that I had and tossed it to guitarist Cameron Stewart. He pointed out that everyone in the band now had stage names and he was intending on autographing the EP with his stage name. The CD was then passed along to other band members with him insisting the stage names be signed. And so there you have it. My first RESISTING VEGAS CD and its signed with stage names.

The night was capped off with band shenanigans. And I got to witness every last one of them. I believe that the members of the band forgot that I have a blog. Or did they????? OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

I could list their activities, but then again maybe I won’t. All I have to say about it is that if you are in the area and you don’t show up to one of their shows ….. you miss out. Period.

I laughed so hard that I totally forgot about that one time last week about that one thing that made me sad for a few hours.

I laughed so hard that I totally forgot about the disappointing results prior in the evening at Shiner Saloon.

That’s how hard I was laughing. Nevermind the lack of oxygen, the drool on the corners of the lips, the tears welling up in the eyes, and the skin turning red. I laughed so hard I started forgetting stuff.

The next band that was playing on stage while I was in the midst of ruckus laughter was called Downfall 2012. They finally got my attention when they did a heavy metal cover of the R&B classic “Baby Got Back” by Sir Mix-A-Lot.

Think about that one for a moment: heavy metal version of “Baby Got Back.”

Yeah, you’re welcome…

It was fun to listen to. Not a single person in the place was NOT singing along to it, even HOLLYWOOD was “Quick to retrieve it.”

I did not stay for FILTER as I made the stupid mistake of deciding to go back to the Shiner Saloon. So I said my farewells and left. Shocked all of the members of the band in the process of departing.

In a few weeks RESISTING VEGAS will return to the Dirty Dog Bar and I am hopeful that I will come back as well. The Dirty Dog knows me and I, it. Is it possible that I am turning into a regular??

Wherever RESISTING VEGAS shall go in town, I shall make quite the effort to be there. Hell or high water.

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Tim Harris

“If you can dream it, you can do it”!~Walt Disney

Here is Tim Harris, from Albuquerque, New Mexico.

Tim is a businessman and a restaurant owner in his late 20’s…… who just also happens to have Down’s Syndrome.

His restaurant promises to serve to its customers Breakfast•Lunch•Hugs.

http://www.amazingoasis.org/2013/12/restaurant-owner-with-down-syndrome.html

I heard about this fine young man through the magic of the POSITIVE side of Facebook. Which is still rare in my opinion!!

Thank you Carrie-Lee of “Cape Cod Cookie” for your post.

I love this guy and his story. His family surrounds him with love. And Mr. Tim Harris surrounds his customers, new and the regulars,  with love and hugs and apparently amazingly good food. This is exactly the positive, heart-warming story that needs to be spread around the world so many times. timsplace

For me, its a personal victory. Its another middle finger to the world who dares to keep people with disabilities down. Don’t EVER count us down, because we will prove you wrong and put you to shame.

I wish nothing but success to Mr. Tim Harris.  And if ever I am in the area, I am going to go there. Both for the hugs and the food.

http://timsplaceabq.com/location

 

“A man’s kiss is his signature.”~ Mae West

You know… as if it isn’t already difficult enough, having that special bond between friends where you are met with salutations of a hug and a kiss on the cheek has had its benefits for me. But has also caused me to forever be lost in this state of mind where I just cannot wrap my head around it to the point where things are kept in its policies and welcoming procedures.

Not to say that I am complaining about my female friends who greet with a kiss, I’m not saying that at all. I’m NOT stupid!

But when my daily routine is stuck in a wheelchair and every once in a while, that day comes where I find myself in the presence of those who are physically affectionate in their greetings, I always seem to find myself in a situation where failure is inevitable.

This morning I was up at such an early hour that it was personally disturbing. Within an hour though as I drudged through the first few cups of coffee, my eyes would behold a sight that I have not seen in many, many months. It would turn out that my eyes were not deceiving me and that I did see my friend of long ago.

Yep, you guessed it by now. One that greets me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

However my brain was too slow in processing what I saw and by the time I realized it was her, she vanished.

I wasn’t sure what to do at that point. I sat there in the community room chugging down more coffee to wake up quicker. I didn’t know whether to go home and call her cell phone or just wait there for her to come back through. I decided that creating a stake out was my best course of action, especially if I wanted to say hello to her. The only “con” to that decision was that I would have no idea of what time she would be passing through again. It might be fifteen minutes, it might be five hours.

Hunting her down was not an option because I knew where she went in all honesty, but she was there not just for a visit rather on business. So I didn’t want to get in the way of that.

Luckily for me, it was somewhere in between that. And when I saw that she was approaching… well, I blazed a trail so quick and so fast that I was surprised that the floor didn’t catch fire. But I had no idea that she would catch on that I was busting my ass to reach her.

She saw me, and instructed for me to hang out and that she would be right back. Then she turned around again and said jokingly to slow down.

And as always when it was time for her to depart was the physically affectionate gesture that I failed miserably at.

I just don’t understand why it has to be so difficult. It is not like I am trying to play a few quick rounds of tonsil hockey with her. But at this lower altitude definitely has its horrible disadvantages.

I don’t know if it is technique or timing. Maybe its a little bit of both? If I move in first, I run the risk of coming across as aggressive. If I move a little bit slower, I could reach lip to lip. And some women wouldn’t find that all that amusing. If I move too slow, then I miss out on the opportunity as I did today.

And at times when I have attempted it, and I have missed? Well, I’ve ended up brushing my lips on some really awkward, weird, and messed up places upon the face. Most of them, too horrible to mention.

Help me out here. What in the world am I supposed to do??

I know that the average height of a woman isn’t so much higher than I am sitting in this wheelchair. As a matter of fact most women that I know if they were to offer to push me somewhere, and I were to slowly lean my head back, I would be able to lean my head back into nature’s “head rests” if you know what I mean.

So I am not sure if I can calculate the distance between how much the average woman that I know has to either lean down or bend over to embrace me. And where do I land that kiss on her cheek? Not all of them move at the same pace either.

And what if I don’t reciprocate the kiss? Some women would get offended.

I am truly at a loss here.

Today’s episode though when I missed the opportunity to reach the cheek, I went into a panic. And so what did I do? Instead I grabbed her by the hand and went all 18th Century on her and kissed her hand. To which her response to it all was something that I had not expected. 

“OHH, AREN’T YOU TOO SWEET?”

Paging Dr. Love– where the heck are you?????????????