This trade has requires some back-story.
Many months ago I found out that my boss was in a band. I found this out because I have access to his Outlook calendar and when I scrolled past one day I saw an odd entry called: JAMMING. Now I thought it was odd that he spelled Jammin' with the G, but I also found it odd that he could be leading this double life without anyone knowing. So I promptly summoned over the rest of the staff to stare in wonder at the mystereous entry.
I pestered him for months until he finally admitted that he was in a band. He claimed he didn't know the name of the band or where they would ever play a show. But I, I am a persistant young lady (just ask the person on craigslist who doesn't know yet that they want to trade me their land for an 80's buttrock guitar) and he finally broke down and told me that the name of the Band was Bottle Rocket (that's how he pronouced it: Bottle Rocket.)
He dropped some clues. They were going to have their first gig. It was sometime in February. It was at a church. So I decided to do some sleuthing. I knew what church he went to because he brought a group of them to our theatre. I talked to our group sales person who gave me the name of the church. I called the church and talked to someone to see if they have a regular night when bands play there. They do. They told me to email someone and see if it was my boss' band. I am thinking I am a detective. Well, the guy never emailed me back. And it wasn't even at that church. So, granted, waste of time. Just like reading this part of the story which almost has nothing to do with anything.
He finally relented and sent me the information and I rounded up all the staff who wanted to witness this event with their own eyes (and have all-you-can-eat Jumbalaya) and we went to the show. The band was great -- My boss can sing. I was astonished. I did learn that they band name is not Bottle Rocket as previously thought....but Bottle RockIt!
In any case, to make a long story, I got home that night and looked them up on myspace and sent in a friend request and posted a comment. Then this afternoon I got a comment on my last post with the drummer of the band asking if I wanted to trade a paraglider that smells faintly of cat pee for my two pairs of boxing gloves and a digital camera.
To that I say, "Yes, Yes I think I do."
And also, "How faintly?"
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I got stood up the first time this trade was scheduled to to go though. Following is my list of reasons that Darren might not have contacted me like he said he would:
- Eaten by a bear - more likely than you think
- Laying crumpled at the bottom of a mountain - He decided to take the paraglider out for one last spin and the cat pee rendered it useless leaving him to crawl to safety/death for hours before realizing that it's useless.
- Kidnapped by a clown. He's probably having the time of his life right now.
- Alzheimers - I wonder if he even remembers who I am now.
- Accidently drank too much Thera Flu and took a really long nap. Woke up at 2am in a panic. "Oh NO! I'm going to miss out on my boxing gloves and digital camera!"
When it finally went through, we did it in a parking lot of the Bellevue mall. A parking lot with no parking spaces open. Darren just pulled slightly over, tossed out the paraglider and took the camera and gloves.
It looked more like a drug trade than bARTer Sauce.
Because of the other angry people seeking parking, there was no time for pictures.
Deal with it.
