Blind Item #14 - Lady Loves Part Four - A Reader Blind Item

We talked for a little while, but we were getting close to the time when we would have to leave to head to the concert.  I told her I’m going for broke – that I planned a surprise to try to cheer her up, but she would have to trust me and leave with me right then and there.  In the months ahead, we would go together to the Strip quite often, especially to this other legendary club, part owned by this probably permanently A list Actor right off of it which was still a few months away from opening as that notorious venue.  We would end up seeing a LOT of crazy shit together, but at this particular point in time, we were at a crossroads.  Another song, an obscure rock love ballad by a ragtag group made up of members of other bands, was playing in the background.  The song will forever be seared in my memory, although years later, I would forget the name of the band and the name of the song.  I would remember the lyrics, the rhythm, the beat of it – set to the memory, in slo-mo, of Washington’s beautiful, azure blue eyes both as big and deep as oceans blinking, me wiping a tear away from them, her finally cracking a smile.  That song would become my version of Al Bundy’s “Hmmm Hmmm HIMMMM”, until I finally found out its name again and the band that performed it, a few years ago.

I don’t know what compelled me to look up right at that moment, but – and I know this is going to sound like some sort of cliché bullshit but it absolutely positively happened – a bluish green shooting star streaked across the sky from East to West.  What can I say, I took it as a sign and moved in to kiss her…it was literally like a scene out of a John Hughes film (one of my favorite ones actually – Weird Science, where the guys get the girls after fighting off the Mad Max mutant bikers, and a pair of shooting stars streak across the sky as they kiss them).  And of course because the universe loves to play with us silly humans, just like that, yet another played out cliché - who happened to show up and start breaking up the party juuuuuuust then, at of course the most inopportune time?  The cops, or to be precise in this jurisdiction, the LASD.  I couldn’t make this up if I tried.  SIGHHHHHH…

I took Washington’s hand in mine, and told her it was now or never – I would be fine with whatever she chose to do – either go out with me that night to parts and places unknown, or I could take her home - but she had to choose.

TO BE CONTINUED.