Saturday, August 27, 2005

The best of times, the worst of times...or something
Yesterday, I went to San Antonio to see Seth at her high school's football game. The trip there wasn't bad, except the car stalled out on me...I stalled an AT, how lame is that?

Anyway, I got to the stadium, got my ticket, and started looking for my love. I couldn't find her until 2 minutes before halftime. A couple times I got told not to lean over the railing. I finally saw colorguard practicing behind some bleachers, and my heart started pounding. I decided to go take a look.

There I saw her, my angel. She saw me. I knew I was blushing, and my heart was pounding harder. She did the little heart hands thing and I did it back and the whole team said, "AAAAAWWWWWWW!!" I blew her a kiss. She blew me one. Then she had to go out on the field. As she walked by, she mouthed I love you. I kinda gagged or something, the words wouldn't come out.

I went back to the bleachers and looked over the railing. (This is where it gets bad.) I tried to get Seth's attention, but I guess she couldn't see me. Then that old bastard rent-a-cop got in my face and said, "I've already told you once, don't lean over the railing." To which I curtly replied, "Please understand, SIR, that I drove about 110 miles to see my girlfriend, whom I love dearly, perform in the halftime show. Is that a problem?" Then Officer Bastard said, "If you're going to argue the matter, I'm going to have you removed." I says, "I'm not going to argue, I just want you to know my situation." Bastard says, "Leave. Now." I reply, defeatedly, "Okay, I'm going." I walked down out of the bleachers, sad, angry, disappointed, all at once. I kicked the cement base of a light pole and yelled, "FUCK!" I continued walking toward the gate when I felt someone grab my arms and hold them behind my back. I looked back and saw Officer Bastard and his buddy, Officer White Meat, who had my arms locked. I told him I didn't need to be escorted, I know when I'm not wanted. He released my arms and I walked out to the car.

I got in and cried. I cried so much. And in my sadness I realized that I was crying not because of humiliation, but because I didn't get to see my girl perform. I realized that I love her to an extent I never felt before. I couldn't stop crying. I cried the whole way home. I tried to stop crying and sing to the CD, but it just made me cry more. I must have sounded just hopelessly pitiful. I got home, and told my parents the story and they told me a bunch of crap I already know, don't mess with the man with a gun.

It's not fair.

But I saw Seth, and that's all that counts, in my heart.

Seth, don't say sorry. It's ok.
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