Blind Item #13 - Lady Loves Part Three - A Reader Blind Item
My buddy had some very good connections throughout the L.A. music scene, including at this Legendary Sunset Strip venue – one of the most storied clubs in America if not the world. He had heard a few days prior that this Legendary rock band with a pair of brothers was going to be putting on another “secret” show there that Wednesday – though hopefully it wouldn’t end up like the previous one. As both of us were YUUUUUUUUGE fans of the group, he made sure to arrange that we could get in. I told him to do whatever it takes to make sure Washington could get in too, as she was also a big fan. I wanted to surprise her that day to try to kickstart her heart through the grieving process and get her out of her funk. My buddy said he’d try but no promises, to which I responded not good enough, make it happen…OR ELSE! (No, not that last bit...I was firm but polite...and begged him to please help me make that magic happen).
Now the only thing left to do was to arrange for her to go out with me that night for a surprise “date”. She didn’t want to go out at first, but I convinced her to just meet me for a couple of hours at a Spring Break house party another of our friends was throwing while his parents were out of town. I got there in the late afternoon, and her gal pals brought her over shortly thereafter. When I first saw her at the party, my heart skipped a beat. Even after days of being down and inconsolable, crying all the time, and not giving a shit about her appearance, even as a shadow of her previous self as she was at that time, she was radiant. Absolutely stunning. Gorgeous. Like magic (there are no coincidences ), one of my favorite 80’s love songs began playing in the background…a song that will always remind me of that moment: The Outfield – Your Love. We went outside to a quieter, more private spot to talk, and she was still feeling down…I didn’t blame her, but the hopeless romantic in me ached at the sight and thought of her suffering.
Now the only thing left to do was to arrange for her to go out with me that night for a surprise “date”. She didn’t want to go out at first, but I convinced her to just meet me for a couple of hours at a Spring Break house party another of our friends was throwing while his parents were out of town. I got there in the late afternoon, and her gal pals brought her over shortly thereafter. When I first saw her at the party, my heart skipped a beat. Even after days of being down and inconsolable, crying all the time, and not giving a shit about her appearance, even as a shadow of her previous self as she was at that time, she was radiant. Absolutely stunning. Gorgeous. Like magic (there are no coincidences ), one of my favorite 80’s love songs began playing in the background…a song that will always remind me of that moment: The Outfield – Your Love. We went outside to a quieter, more private spot to talk, and she was still feeling down…I didn’t blame her, but the hopeless romantic in me ached at the sight and thought of her suffering.
