Tuesday, November 8, 2005
Well, this whole period of our lives is quite exhausting to re-live. As usual, my writings have become long and details have been strategically placed to set up this next entry although I didn't realize how much mental work or time I would have to put into it.
Pat...oh my dear Patrick. His day came for laughing at me that day I lay in agony on the driveway. They say revenge is sweet although in this case some may think that I am a twisted individual. Well, decide for yourself. With the tale of "Ronny" I have to go back a little in time now. This event needed some details so that the drama and my attitude about Pat's injury could make some sense.
Ok, Pat was scheduled to leave for France the end of Novemeber, early December from L.A. . Before Pat left to go to L.A., I had a very large going away party for him. Of course there were many skeptics in the bunch who thought we were just 'blowing smoke' but can I blame them?
Touring Europe for a year? With a band?
Anyway, this party was a huge success. Darts, lots of people, drinking, music, guitar playing, singing, it was a blast. ( I love to throw parties)
But, and there is ALWAYS one of those, come late September to early October the worst of the worst possible scenario occurred.
You see, Pat was supposed to leave much earlier for L.A. Him and I cannot recall the date on that one but it was sometime in October or early Novemeber. So with the party over, people saying their good byes, it was time to prepare for his departure both mentally and physically. He was nervous as was I.
The week before he was supposed to leave, roughly the last week in September we calculated we had decided to go and see his best friend one last time on our way home for something. Probably visits to family or something. Anyway, his friends' dad used to own a farm with over 300+ acres. It's now covered with executive houses. Pat and I spent most of our early days on this farm camping, snowmobiling, drinking, jumping in the corn bin, just plain old putzing around. Very fond memories for us both.
So, we got to the farm and his buddy was riding the four wheeler around and he had asked Pat if he wanted to hop on the Fat-Cat, a motorcycle with oversized tires, and take one last spin before we left. Of course Pat practically jumps for joy at this prospect and I immediately got angry! I know how crazy he gets on those things and with him having to leave in a week, well I didn't want him to risk an injury.
Of course he balked at me, gave me the old "you're such a worry wart, nothing will happen, I've done this my whole life" bullcrap and proceeded to do what he had wanted. Now don't get me wrong, I don't normally tell him what he should and shouldn't do and get angry with him when he gets cocky like he did on this day but I was one mad woman.
Him and his buddy left swearing they would take it easy knowing full well they were simply trying to ease my worries. Didn't work. I sat on a trailer while they did what they did and waited. And waited, and waited, and waited. With each moment that slipped by I began to wonder what was taking them so doggone long. Finally I heard one of them. Not sure which but one of them. I turned and waited with anticipation, the worry slowly ebbing and from the horizon I could see his buddy on the four-wheeler...oh, but wait, both of them were on the four wheeler. I immediately got angry but did not move from my spot. I didn't want to pull a 'Minnie-Me' and attack Pat.
As they got closer, Pat was white as a sheet, his buddy had this sheepish look about him as my eyes were probably spitting fire at them both. I knew that he had gotten hurt, I just knew that something was going to happen. Call it women's intuition, gut instinct, anything you want but I made the decision to remain firmly planted on that trailer.
I asked in an exasperated voice, "What happened?" Pat replied with a desparately painful plea to pity him, "I broke my collarbone". I closed my eyes and counted to 10 because in most cases one would feel sympathy, want to help but all I wanted to do was scream "I TOLD YOU SO!!!" and strangle him, not literally, just a figure of speech.
He had to leave in a week and here we had a major broken bone. I asked him which one and he said his left and again, I closed my eyes and sighed. The one in which he slings his guitar strap on...oh God, how were we going to explain to the band that Pat couldn't go on this tour, everything was prepared, tickets, tour, everything.
I just was beside myself. Normally I am a nurturing person, but I just couldn't find that part of me anywhere I was so mad. So, I told him to get in the truck I would take him to emergency. I'm sure his friend was a little taken aback by my reaction but there was a lot resting on this. Pat's future, our future, other people.
To be continued...........
Written by louie0768 .
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