Tuesday, August 17, 2010 Evening:
It was time to get ready. I felt the tears creeping up, but I just couldn't think about that. Oh, yea, and I was still worried about my car too. But there was an important show to be done at House of Blues. I'd be ont he same bill with Mike Posner, Kelly Rowland, Kaci Battaglia, Salt N Pepa and many more!
I outdid myself as best as I could. I took my time applying my makeup, doing my hair, putting on whatever I needed to suck it in, pull it up and stick it all out, lol. Almost two hours later, I looked in the mirror. I felt good. I looked good - and the stranger (woman) in the elevator told me so, LOL. I stepped out of the elevator and was escorted by my road manager to the VIP entrance. There were cameras set up, kraft service. I went to my dressing room that I was sharing with Chris Willis and Kaci. I watched Kaci and her four dancers...just incredible looking girls with GREAT figures. Ugh. And just like that, in one instant, I felt like the ugly duckling. For every negative and insecure thought I had, I reminded myself that I am Judy Torres. The Puerto-Rican Cuban Wonder Woman who's been in this game for almost a quarter of a century! It was hard. I won't lie. I was having an ugly moment. I'm sure we all have that moment when we just feel ugly, less than...whatever. I saw Joey Fattone of Nsync. He said hello to me! He is a cool guy - REALLY!
So I'm backstage now with butterflies in my stomach. Saw Joey Fattone, Blake Lewis, Chris Willis Travie McCoy - all of them backstage. These industry gatherings, although a lot of fun, can be stressful for me. An audience full of industry peers are quite different than the audience full of true fans. They can be...well, quiet. I was scared. I watched at least 3 other acts before me - all half-naked, doing splits; just very beautiful looking people. The Insecurity Monster was laughing at me. Who do you think you are, Judy? I had a flashback of the day my manager addressed my weight. His voice, commenting on my weight echoed in my brain: "What are we going to do...finger circling around me...about this?" I was worried about my voice, but I just felt blah about myself. I wanted to do good but I secretly wondered what they were REALLY thinking about me. Just before I went on stage, my manager walked up to me.
"You okay?"
"Yeah!"
"Sure?"
"Yep."
How do I tell my manager I'm feeling insecure. I watched my manager talking with Kaci, and I admit, um, how do I say it...okay okay! I admit I was a little jealous of the attention she was getting. I felt like the "has-been" compared to her. She's 24 years old, and I wished I had a manager like the one I have now when I was 24, lol. But I know God don't like ugly, so I keep my jealousy in check, and realize it's just that I'm scared of the future of my own career. Wait. That's it! I'm scared of what the hell is going to happen to me...I'm wondering if it's ending right in front of my eyes, and I'm not even noticing it. It's like sand. I'm trying to grab it, but grain by grain it slips from my fingers and the tighter I hold on, the more sand falls. So yes. That is is. I have found the words. I am afraid of my career ending. My manager interrupts my epiphany.
"Judy just go out there and have fun. Just have fun." That was weird - he never said that to me before.
Bartel of WKTU introduced me. It was a perfect introduction. "...I have the privilege of knowing her and working with her at KTU...Judy Torres!" I walked out & did my best to have fun. It was like every half second I almost had a moment of doubt. I was fighting myself. I couldn't really hear my music at all. Damn. But I sang my heart out. When I introduced my new single, Stay, I told the story of why I recorded it and I told the industry that I hope they'll give the song a chance. And that is when I let go of my fear. I think it went over well. I ended with Faithfully, and the crowd was with me...finally. As I was exiting the stage, Cary Vance from Promo Only announced that I am the first recipient of the Legends Award...they were recognizing me for mycontributions to the music industry for the past 25 years. It was a Freestyle Legend Award. I was so surprised...and so scared. I was ECSTATIC to receive the award among my music industry peers! But I can't explain it, I was scared. It is the beginning of the end?
As I walked off, everyone congratulated me, and my manager gave me a look, and I knew instantly he knew about it before it was even handed to me. I did some press, took hundreds of pictures! Joey Fattone congratulated me, one of the singers from Boyz to Men congratulated me too. About two hours later, the chaos was finally over, and I had an apple martini. I dont drink often and when I do, I have one or two drinks...that's it. It was a good apple martini...so I had another. A few minutes later, I was offered a shot of Tequila. I accepted..but the shot was more like 2! LOL. Few minutes later, everything was just funny. I put on my chancletas (slippers) and laughed my butt off! I had to go to the bathroom. I looked at that entrance door that was about 20 feet away from me. And I questioned myself. Can I make it in a straight line? Will I actually make it to the bathroom? I walked, I mean stumbled a bit over to the bathroom, walked in the stall, closed the door and laughed so hard! Yes! I was officially D-R-U-N-K! Not my prettiest hour, I assure you, but I was protected by my road manager who wasn't drinking at all and it was the end of the night anyway - everyone had left. It was only the third time in my life I'd been drunk. I KNOW you don't believe me, but true...until this evening, I'd only been drunk twice in my life; once on purpose and the other by accident. I've never been drunk to the point where I hugged the toilet bowl declaring I'd never drink again. For me, this is where it got a bit scary: I don't remember how I got to my room!! But I do remember laughing in my bed and I looked over and saw there was no one next to me, and I laughed some more...when sober, I usually cry at that moment. But who is this strange woman laughing? Oh, yea, that's right...it's me.
The morning after:
"BAM, BAM, BAM!!" What the hell is that? "BAM, BAM, BAM!!" Oh, yes, it was my head!!
I woke up at 9am...had gone to bed about 4am. The headache woke up me up...It yelled, "Get up!!! NOW!" Ooh, that hurt. I went to the bathroom. Raccoon eyes. Hair stuck to one side of my head. One earring on...no wonder I'm still single! I wouldn't marry that vision either, lol. But wait...there's more. I'm gonna tell you because it's a blog..and I am sworn to the truth here...please don't think any less of me, lol...where was my top? Where are my shoes? I looked all around to find them, suddenly scared. Did I DO something that I should not have done? Oh, my God!! I had heard tales before, but I never believed them until this very moment. It's true. For the life of me, I don't remember taking my clothes off...AAAHHH!! George Carlin, the late and great comedian, has a whole skit about an imaginary place where things go when you lose them...I wondered for a second if such a place existed because I CAN'T FIND MY TOP!! I began throwing things everywhere...did I do a strip tease for myself? Where is my Top!! Oh, come on now! I admitted defeat, and decided a shower would help me wake up to find it. I swished the shower curtain open..and there it was: my shoes and top...on the bathtub floor. Whew! That was close! And thus, my friends, I shall NEVER drink like that again!!
One could argue that I was stressed...I had a car accident the night before, then my beloved kitten died, and I was questioning myself and the future of my career. One could argue that I was in a state of mild panic, sadness and needed comfort. Anyone could get drunk right? Well, not Judy Torres...I simply am very responsible. In fact, my freestyle artist friends all make fun of me that I'm the prude of the group. but I did it...I got drunk. And you now know the truth about me:
Sometimes
I am insecure
Sometimes
I am scared and here's the deep part:
I
Am
SO
HUMAN!
I live in an industry that helps people fantasize. For a while, as an artist your job is take the stress away from people, to help them believe in dreams, in the perfection of beauty. In this industry, perfection is expected. While you are on stage, you are not allowed to be sick; you are unable to bring your problems to the stage; you have to leave your worries behind...and I LOVE doing that for the people because it makes me feel good to know I help others feel good. But sometimes, well this night, I could not keep up. I tripped on my own fear, stumbled over a car accident, slipped on missing my little kitten and fell on a big pile of insecurity poop. But a person's character is not defined by how many times one falls, it is defined by how many times they get up. I'm up...I'm standing...I am still here!!
Showing posts with label Promo Only. Show all posts
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Monday, August 30, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Promo Only in Atlantic City: Schmoozing,Singing, Doubting, Drinking? Part 1 of 3
Promo Only Summer Session Mon. Aug 16th - Wed. Aug. 18th, 2010 - a music conference where radio program directors, deejays and artists from all over the nation come to discuss the music industry. It is a conference where one can attend panel discussions on several topics in the music industry, network with one another and in the evenings party and see new and upcoming artists, or seasoned ones, perform.
Monday, August 16th:
The ache in my neck woke me up that morning, so no alarm clock needed. I arrived at 10:30 a.m. after renting a car because I was carless from the accident the evening before. At the check in desk I was told to come back to check in after 12:30 p.m. In my mind, I said, "Oh, no you didn''t just say that? Oh, HELL NO! I ain't waitin' no 2 HOURS to check in..." Out of my mouth: "I'm sorry, don't want to be rude, but I was supposed to check in last night, and I called to inform the hotel I'd be checking in this morning...I was in a car accident..." And I said it all with a smile. It's not that I was being fake, but when you need something in life, you're sure not going to get it by "getting ghetto" on anyone, lol.
7:00pm. Cocktail Party
I arrived to the Foundation Room within House of Blues. DJ Riddler was spinning. The room had major Indian decor and influence, with rich colors and little rooms within the room, all furnished with plush pillows and dim lighting..very very chic! It was an evening of mingling, business card exchanging, picture taking, radio interviewing and a bit of eating and drinking too. I refrained from alcohol because I'd be singing the following evening - I wanted my voice to do well and alcohol dries the vocal chords and the loud music was already a vocal hazard. Sirius Radio interviewed me, and I did some video interviews for several publications as well. I took pictures with Joey Fatone f & Chris from NSYNC; Joey remembered me, which I thought was very cool of him.
Kim Sozzi really was so cool to me! She basically hung out with me for a good portion of the night, and she was just so extremely supportive! Oh, yes, and Blake Lewis was there, one of the finalists from American Idol...he's most remembered as being a human beat box!
When my manager arrived he became a publicity lion amongst the music media jungle...Chris Willis, Kaci Battaglia and me are all under Big Management. Louder than all the music in the room: "Judy, Kaci, Chris, get over here....take a picture....do this interview NOW, meet this person NOW! Go in the room and do an interview NOW!" I will say this: I had fun! I felt good. I felt wanted and important. LOL. Almost 3 hours later, my feet were killing me...didn't want to admit it...I didn't want to seem like the "old" artist. So I endured the pain, sucked it up, like a real woman warrior would do. During one of my interviews, I noticed the words, legend and long-time, were used a lot. The word legend in the dictionary is defined as "a story coming down from the past; especially : one popularly regarded as historical. Okay, I guess that's a big compliment...like Gladys Knight and Barbara Streisand ae legends! DiMaggio is a legend! But Judy Torres?? Hm....lol. Not putting myself down, but I don't know...the word carries a lot of weight, and I just feel like there is an alternative definition to the word legend: "1 - A person who is popular for some achievement, but only that achievement. 2 - Someone who's received recognition before being said goodbye to in the music industry." Now, I am not meaning to demean myself, but since this is a blog and I'm supposed to be honest, I have to share that part with you. I got to my room and massaged the crap out of my feet. Gonna do it again tomorrow!
Monday, August 16th:
The ache in my neck woke me up that morning, so no alarm clock needed. I arrived at 10:30 a.m. after renting a car because I was carless from the accident the evening before. At the check in desk I was told to come back to check in after 12:30 p.m. In my mind, I said, "Oh, no you didn''t just say that? Oh, HELL NO! I ain't waitin' no 2 HOURS to check in..." Out of my mouth: "I'm sorry, don't want to be rude, but I was supposed to check in last night, and I called to inform the hotel I'd be checking in this morning...I was in a car accident..." And I said it all with a smile. It's not that I was being fake, but when you need something in life, you're sure not going to get it by "getting ghetto" on anyone, lol.
7:00pm. Cocktail Party
I arrived to the Foundation Room within House of Blues. DJ Riddler was spinning. The room had major Indian decor and influence, with rich colors and little rooms within the room, all furnished with plush pillows and dim lighting..very very chic! It was an evening of mingling, business card exchanging, picture taking, radio interviewing and a bit of eating and drinking too. I refrained from alcohol because I'd be singing the following evening - I wanted my voice to do well and alcohol dries the vocal chords and the loud music was already a vocal hazard. Sirius Radio interviewed me, and I did some video interviews for several publications as well. I took pictures with Joey Fatone f & Chris from NSYNC; Joey remembered me, which I thought was very cool of him.
Kim Sozzi really was so cool to me! She basically hung out with me for a good portion of the night, and she was just so extremely supportive! Oh, yes, and Blake Lewis was there, one of the finalists from American Idol...he's most remembered as being a human beat box!
When my manager arrived he became a publicity lion amongst the music media jungle...Chris Willis, Kaci Battaglia and me are all under Big Management. Louder than all the music in the room: "Judy, Kaci, Chris, get over here....take a picture....do this interview NOW, meet this person NOW! Go in the room and do an interview NOW!" I will say this: I had fun! I felt good. I felt wanted and important. LOL. Almost 3 hours later, my feet were killing me...didn't want to admit it...I didn't want to seem like the "old" artist. So I endured the pain, sucked it up, like a real woman warrior would do. During one of my interviews, I noticed the words, legend and long-time, were used a lot. The word legend in the dictionary is defined as "a story coming down from the past; especially : one popularly regarded as historical. Okay, I guess that's a big compliment...like Gladys Knight and Barbara Streisand ae legends! DiMaggio is a legend! But Judy Torres?? Hm....lol. Not putting myself down, but I don't know...the word carries a lot of weight, and I just feel like there is an alternative definition to the word legend: "1 - A person who is popular for some achievement, but only that achievement. 2 - Someone who's received recognition before being said goodbye to in the music industry." Now, I am not meaning to demean myself, but since this is a blog and I'm supposed to be honest, I have to share that part with you. I got to my room and massaged the crap out of my feet. Gonna do it again tomorrow!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
We interrupt Part 2 for this message: HELP, I'M STUCK ON AN ISLAND & CAN'T GET OUT!
Sunday evening:
Just finished my shift at KTU, and was merrily on my way to Atlantic City for the Promo Only Summer Session/DJ Expo. It is an annual music convention where deejays, radio program directors, and artists from around the country come together to network, discuss the music industry and hobknob with one another. It's also a wonderful opportunity for artists to showcase their songs and their talent to their peers in the industry. And this year was my chance.
So I'm on my way to Atlantic City, but I'm hungry because I hadn't eaten since 2pm. So I stopped at a rest stop: the last rest stop on the NJ Turnpike southbound just before the Garden State Parkway. Just took the food to go, no time to wait - I had a long ride ahead of me - alone. I begin driving, approaching the ramp to resume going on the turnpike, when I noticed that it divided: Cars Only on one side; Trucks and Cars on the other. I DESPISE driving on the "trucks" side...so I was driving in the middle. It was dark. I go to swerve to the left, and BAM!!! Oh, my.....all I know is there was a loud bang, and I jolted, and everything spilled everywhere. What the...???
There I was...smoke on the right side. And my car was stuck. I still could not understand what was going on. My brain was in a state of chaos. I put the car in park.
Oh, MY GOD!!! I had driven onto a median, a small concrete island, just standing there in the middle of the road. I had driven onto it, and I was stuck. I tried to reverse but it was in vain. I was done. Damn. Ugghhh! Why now? Please, God, let the car work? Please, I really need to get to Atlantic City. The whole reason I was trying to get to AC on Sunday night was to avoid all the traffic, and to get a full night's sleep. What the hell do I do now? I'm by myself, in the dark, in the middle of nowhere. Okay I have AAA...I search my wallet. Ugh, I don't have the card with me. I call information. AAA cannot send road assistance to the turnpike or the parkway...well, what do I have AAA for then?! I'm transferred to a towing company that honors AAA and begin trying to describe where I am...I have to wait. What am I going to do? I had a pullman full of clothes for almost a week (I'd have to change twice a day during the convention), my lap top and a bag full of toiletries and hair paraphenelia. How, where, what am I going to do with all this stuff? I just kept thinking that to go back home would surely SUCK!
I called my friend, Brenda, who I have called my "personal assistant," in a past blog to help me. She didn't live too far away.
"Chica, (that's what I call my close girlfriends), um, are you awake?"
"Yea, what's wrong?"
I tell her what's happened. She thought when I said median, she thought I hit the wall.
"Can you come get me? I don't know what to do? I don't want to go back home."
I described where I was, and she told me her husband John would come and pick me up.
And then I saw the light.
I mean the lights...
State Trooper pulls over behind me, and I immediately get out of the car. I was blushing. I HATE when I blush..it's so embarrassing to already be so embarrassed. I tell him what happened, and I felt like an idiot.
"I am SO humiliated! I have NEVER done anything like this in my life!"
He looks at me long and hard, but surprisingly with sympathy.
He walks over ot my car.
"You should shut off the engine. It appears you're leaking oil."
Once I looked down, I realized any hope I'd had for driving to Atlantic City had dwindled to dust.
"You should be careful there...there's lots of oil...you could fall,"
I walked into my car to find a pen. Nothing. I always have a pen in my car, but NOOOO, not today! Further humiliation. I open my trunk and pull out my publicity photos with a silver Sharpie. Hey, it's all I had. I call information to find out my AAA number for the tow truck. As I'm writing, the officer states,"Are you giving me an autograph?" He laughs, I laugh. Hey, something had to break the intense awkwardness I was feeling. He asked me what kind of convention it was. For a moment I fantasized being outrageous and saying something like, "Well, officer it's a sex toys convention...and I have vibrators in my bag and there are women in need..." But of course, I opted for the truth: "I'm a singer, and it's a music convention where people from across the country come to network, etc." He asked me what kind of music...I mentioned freestyle...he asked me if I was on KTU..I said yes. And at that moment, I was humiliated once more. I realized, that even though he didn't ask, he knew I was Judy Torres. Now I'm not Judy Torres, freestyle queen; I'm the idiot that drove over the median, who had no make up on, and had Popeye's chicken strewn all over the car. Eesh!
He asked me if I wanted a report, and because I was so nervous, I declined. It was hard enough to know the whole thing was my fault, let alone, explain it to my insurance company. I admit, people, I wasn't thinking straight. The officer called in the incident, and waited with me until the towing company arrived. I was thankful to him for that, because it was very dark out there, and felt even scarier with the few trailers parked around.
Towing Company man comes out of the truck, looks up and down. Yes, he laughed.
"Wow, you really did a number on this one." He gave me a card and told me he'd take care of the rest. I took my bags out...all 5 million of them, pulled my E-Z pass, and multiple car chargers, and was not looking so cute. LOL. The officer offered to drive me to a closer location, closer to where my friend's husband, John, would be. Some may say that it was his job. But quite frankly, once the tow truck arrived, I don't believe he was obliged to do anything else for me. I think that although it was a bad situation, God brought the right officer to take care of me. Yes, I believe that with all my heart!
The officer put my bags in the trunk, and for the first time in my life, I found myself in the back of a squad car. It was a tight fit. He apologized for me having to sit in the back but those were the rules. I was fine with the rules. I began making all the necessary calls - to my manager, who sarcastically asked me if I was on crack, the hotel, and the man in charge of the event. We pulled up at a Wal-Mart, and John was there waiting with a mild smirk on his face. Can't blame the guy! Okay, okay, I guess it was kind of funny. But not as it was happening! As my bags were transferred into John's car, I asked the officer, if he had a card so I could send him a thank you note.
He politely stated, "No...don't worry about a thing. It's fine."
I felt like I truly owed him. He was kind of a knight in uniform, lol, and he made sure I was safe, and it really relieved a lot of panic in my head.
"What's your name anyway, officer?"
He said nothing.
I looked at his badge, and read it aloud.
"S. Goncalves."
Oh,
My
God...
So freaking ironic!!!
The same last name as my ex-boyfriend, a.k.a., the Lobster!!
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
John laughed, and I was just truly in amazement..it's not exactly an everyday surname. Officer Goncalves looked confused. And so was I.
Just finished my shift at KTU, and was merrily on my way to Atlantic City for the Promo Only Summer Session/DJ Expo. It is an annual music convention where deejays, radio program directors, and artists from around the country come together to network, discuss the music industry and hobknob with one another. It's also a wonderful opportunity for artists to showcase their songs and their talent to their peers in the industry. And this year was my chance.
So I'm on my way to Atlantic City, but I'm hungry because I hadn't eaten since 2pm. So I stopped at a rest stop: the last rest stop on the NJ Turnpike southbound just before the Garden State Parkway. Just took the food to go, no time to wait - I had a long ride ahead of me - alone. I begin driving, approaching the ramp to resume going on the turnpike, when I noticed that it divided: Cars Only on one side; Trucks and Cars on the other. I DESPISE driving on the "trucks" side...so I was driving in the middle. It was dark. I go to swerve to the left, and BAM!!! Oh, my.....all I know is there was a loud bang, and I jolted, and everything spilled everywhere. What the...???
There I was...smoke on the right side. And my car was stuck. I still could not understand what was going on. My brain was in a state of chaos. I put the car in park.
Oh, MY GOD!!! I had driven onto a median, a small concrete island, just standing there in the middle of the road. I had driven onto it, and I was stuck. I tried to reverse but it was in vain. I was done. Damn. Ugghhh! Why now? Please, God, let the car work? Please, I really need to get to Atlantic City. The whole reason I was trying to get to AC on Sunday night was to avoid all the traffic, and to get a full night's sleep. What the hell do I do now? I'm by myself, in the dark, in the middle of nowhere. Okay I have AAA...I search my wallet. Ugh, I don't have the card with me. I call information. AAA cannot send road assistance to the turnpike or the parkway...well, what do I have AAA for then?! I'm transferred to a towing company that honors AAA and begin trying to describe where I am...I have to wait. What am I going to do? I had a pullman full of clothes for almost a week (I'd have to change twice a day during the convention), my lap top and a bag full of toiletries and hair paraphenelia. How, where, what am I going to do with all this stuff? I just kept thinking that to go back home would surely SUCK!
I called my friend, Brenda, who I have called my "personal assistant," in a past blog to help me. She didn't live too far away.
"Chica, (that's what I call my close girlfriends), um, are you awake?"
"Yea, what's wrong?"
I tell her what's happened. She thought when I said median, she thought I hit the wall.
"Can you come get me? I don't know what to do? I don't want to go back home."
I described where I was, and she told me her husband John would come and pick me up.
And then I saw the light.
I mean the lights...
State Trooper pulls over behind me, and I immediately get out of the car. I was blushing. I HATE when I blush..it's so embarrassing to already be so embarrassed. I tell him what happened, and I felt like an idiot.
"I am SO humiliated! I have NEVER done anything like this in my life!"
He looks at me long and hard, but surprisingly with sympathy.
He walks over ot my car.
"You should shut off the engine. It appears you're leaking oil."
Once I looked down, I realized any hope I'd had for driving to Atlantic City had dwindled to dust.
"You should be careful there...there's lots of oil...you could fall,"
I walked into my car to find a pen. Nothing. I always have a pen in my car, but NOOOO, not today! Further humiliation. I open my trunk and pull out my publicity photos with a silver Sharpie. Hey, it's all I had. I call information to find out my AAA number for the tow truck. As I'm writing, the officer states,"Are you giving me an autograph?" He laughs, I laugh. Hey, something had to break the intense awkwardness I was feeling. He asked me what kind of convention it was. For a moment I fantasized being outrageous and saying something like, "Well, officer it's a sex toys convention...and I have vibrators in my bag and there are women in need..." But of course, I opted for the truth: "I'm a singer, and it's a music convention where people from across the country come to network, etc." He asked me what kind of music...I mentioned freestyle...he asked me if I was on KTU..I said yes. And at that moment, I was humiliated once more. I realized, that even though he didn't ask, he knew I was Judy Torres. Now I'm not Judy Torres, freestyle queen; I'm the idiot that drove over the median, who had no make up on, and had Popeye's chicken strewn all over the car. Eesh!
He asked me if I wanted a report, and because I was so nervous, I declined. It was hard enough to know the whole thing was my fault, let alone, explain it to my insurance company. I admit, people, I wasn't thinking straight. The officer called in the incident, and waited with me until the towing company arrived. I was thankful to him for that, because it was very dark out there, and felt even scarier with the few trailers parked around.
Towing Company man comes out of the truck, looks up and down. Yes, he laughed.
"Wow, you really did a number on this one." He gave me a card and told me he'd take care of the rest. I took my bags out...all 5 million of them, pulled my E-Z pass, and multiple car chargers, and was not looking so cute. LOL. The officer offered to drive me to a closer location, closer to where my friend's husband, John, would be. Some may say that it was his job. But quite frankly, once the tow truck arrived, I don't believe he was obliged to do anything else for me. I think that although it was a bad situation, God brought the right officer to take care of me. Yes, I believe that with all my heart!
The officer put my bags in the trunk, and for the first time in my life, I found myself in the back of a squad car. It was a tight fit. He apologized for me having to sit in the back but those were the rules. I was fine with the rules. I began making all the necessary calls - to my manager, who sarcastically asked me if I was on crack, the hotel, and the man in charge of the event. We pulled up at a Wal-Mart, and John was there waiting with a mild smirk on his face. Can't blame the guy! Okay, okay, I guess it was kind of funny. But not as it was happening! As my bags were transferred into John's car, I asked the officer, if he had a card so I could send him a thank you note.
He politely stated, "No...don't worry about a thing. It's fine."
I felt like I truly owed him. He was kind of a knight in uniform, lol, and he made sure I was safe, and it really relieved a lot of panic in my head.
"What's your name anyway, officer?"
He said nothing.
I looked at his badge, and read it aloud.
"S. Goncalves."
Oh,
My
God...
So freaking ironic!!!
The same last name as my ex-boyfriend, a.k.a., the Lobster!!
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
John laughed, and I was just truly in amazement..it's not exactly an everyday surname. Officer Goncalves looked confused. And so was I.
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