Holy Cross Posts, Batman!
There is only one, however, that I would take out to a nice dinner for out first date. Second would be a walk along Third Street Promenade, maybe riding the ferris wheel. 3rd I'd take her to the secret beach north of Zuma. Fourth would be dinner again, but I would cook for her using the stove in my van at the top of Topanga overlook, near the radio tower. We would climb up it with a bottle of wine afterwards, and just drink, talk, and look at the stars. This would be our first kiss. I would be scared to take her to shows, just because I would know the whole time that I was dating a woman who could put them all to shame. But I would be at everyone of her shows, not bragging or backstage, but just looking up in awe at the woman I love.
A year in, we would go on a vacation, somewhere obscure where they wouldn't know her. A place where we could just be ourselves, free from the Camera's glare.
I would ask her to move in with me at a Year and 6 Months. She would graciosuly accept, and we would live together for another year in a decent sized apartment near Venice. We both know we could be living somewhere fancier with the money she has, but we're comfortable where we are.
At 2.5 years, I would ask her to marry me. We would live happily together, her on the Road, me taking care of the kids at home.
The marriage would progress well for about 8 years. Then I would come home one day, earlier than expected, surprisng her on the 11th anniversary of our first date. I would find her in bed with Ben Gibbard and Conor Oberst. At first, I would be struck by disbelife, then rage, and finally dull acceptance. I would turn and leave the room, and the house(we've moved into a bigger place to have room for our kids.)
I would be broken after that. I would spend a year living on the streets on Montana under an assumed name, doing construction work when it came my way, drinking myself stupid, and remaining celibate, despite random attention from bar waitresses and the occasional College Student with an oedipus complex. Then, one day, coming out of a 4 day bender, I have a moment of clarity. I see a poster for a concert, and decide to go randomly, thinking of how long it has been since I have heard any music at all. I do not recognize any of the names on the bill. I get myself cleaned up, get a haircut, and a pack of Camel Reds, knowing that I should look good if I want to make a new start for myself.
The first 2 bands are pathetic, but the headliner sounds interesting. Their Called "The Overlook," and someone told me they had a really great folky twang, and amazing lyrics. When their set started, it was just 3 men on stage, a guitarist, a bassist, and a drummer. I find myself disappointed by the lack of vocals at first, assuming that this is all there is. Suddenly, from the center of the crowd a Harmonica Riff begins. And there she is, walking down the center Aisle. She remains as beatiful as ever, and for a minute it feels my heart will stop. She turns and looks at me, and as our eyes meet, I can feel all the pain and rage wash away. She runs to me, we embrace and kiss. The crowd goes wild, as she finally reluctantly tears away from my embrace, to the stage to finish her set.
While she stands on stage, wiping away tears during the encore, she says "This is a song I haven't played in a while. But there is someone very important to me here tonight, and he's always loved it. So here goes."
"Its 16 miles, to the promise land
and I promise you, I'm doing the best I can
Now don't fool yourself
In thinking you're more than a man
Cause you'll probably end up dead
I visit these
Mountains with frequency
And i stand here with my arms out
Now somedays they'll last longer than others
But this day by the lake went too fast
And if you want me
You better speak up i won't wait
So you better, move fast
Don't fool yourself
In thinking you're more than you are
With your arms outstretched to me
Now its 16 miles to the promised land
And i promise you i'm doing the best i can
Now somedays they last longer than others
But this day by the lake went to fast
And if you want me, you better speak up i won't wait
So you better move fast
And somedays they last longer than others
But this day by the lake went to fast
And if you want me, you better speak up i wont wait
So you better move fast"
Her band can barely play it, not knowing the material from her Rilo Kiley days. The crowd is less than thrilled, since Indie-Folk isn't exactly hot shit anymore. But she did it for me, and I knew, at that point, that no matter what had happened in the past, everything was gonna be okay now.
