August 8, 2002
Mom, Mike and I were at a small club down the shore for a
Hall & Oates concert. Some of my grade school classmates were also there,
including the boy that was my crush. He was the one who told me not to stare at
him anymore. Even now I was afraid to look at him.
The setting was odd
though. It seemed like more of a classroom, complete with the desks and a
blackboard. I did wonder why Sam had made it look this way, but also was
slightly amused by this.
They performed
mostly songs off of their new album; one that doesn’t exist in reality. They
took a few breaks during this show. I was feeling kind of tired and also a bit
bored. I wanted them to do some of their hits and hoped that they would when
they returned from the first break.
Mom and Mike went
to get something to eat. I looked out a window at the ocean and felt a little
scared. I didn’t mind being by the ocean when I was a kid, but sometime over
the past 15 years, I developed a big fear of it.
The intermission
was over but Mom and Mike had not returned. I was worried about them. They
didn’t get back until the middle of the first song then,” Rich Girl”- finally, one
of their hits.
Daryl and John
were wearing different outfits now. They were as strange and seemed more like
costumes. It’s hard for me to describe
this. I’m not that good with words. They were also doing some goofy stuff
during this concert.
At one point, I
felt so sleepy that I put my head down on the desk. I felt someone tapping on
my shoulder and thought that it was my Mom or brother. When I looked up, it was
Daryl Hall. That was pretty embarrassing. He was walking around the room a lot
during that song and noticed me nodding off.
Although this was a
weird concert, I did have a pretty good time. It was interesting that Mom was
with Mike and me. It ended as we were walking on the boardwalk back to our
hotel. It was nice that we were on a weekend trip together. It turns out that
we were in Wildwood; I haven’t’ been there since 1986. I wish that I could have
been in this program for more of it.
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