Randy and I had one of those rambling, winding conversations couples have on lazy weekend days. Or at least we do.
We discussed bands who have stayed with us since music became a thing for us. Our conversations are always interesting because Randy is Randy and he makes conversations interesting. Sometimes frustrating, like those “escape the room” things. Which is to say he often changes the subject without telling me or will randomly start talking with an accent.
I’m referencing the “escape the room” thing because I recently had to do an “escape the room” thing for a team building thing for work. The day included touring a facility dedicated to model trains. So, you know, fun. If you love model trains. Which I don’t so much. Also, we did not successfully escape the room and wasn’t super conducive to team building. Mostly everyone got annoyed with each other. Except for me. I sat in a corner and stayed out of the way. And that is actually a problem because I was sitting on a clue. So it’s possibly my fault we did not successfully escape the room. Yay me.
But I digress.
Anyway, Randy and I talked about bands that stayed with us forever. One of his forever bands is Cheap Trick.
I was a Cheap Trick fan. I took my mom to see Cheap Trick once. She loved it. But Cheap Trick has never been one of my forever bands.
Me: I do have a Cheap Trick story.
Randy: Of course you do.
Me: Well, I loved their cover of Don’t Be Cruel. I mean, I loved it.
Randy: But did you love it?
My first husband starting dating his soon to be wife not long after our divorce. His soon to be wife was not a pleasant woman. She was petty, vengeful and delighted in tormenting me when she could.
Me: Well, I did love it. And once, after David and I split up, he and Cristal came to my apartment to drop Zach off. Which was weird, because they usually just sent him in.
Me: Well, Cristal handed me a tape recorder. You know those old kind that we used to use to tape songs from the radio?
Me: So she hands me this tape recorder and says “There’s a tape in there and it’s you singing an Elvis song or something.”
Me: It was me, but it wasn’t Elvis. I was singing the Cheap Trick cover.
Randy: Oh shit. That’s bad. I love you baby, but you can’t sing for shit.
Me: Anyway, I thanked her for returning my tape recorder, and calmly went inside my apartment to look for a hammer. Also, she was wearing my favorite sweatshirt.
Me: I took the tape out and smashed it up with the hammer and died of embarrassment. About a thousand times.
Randy: But it doesn’t bother you anymore, right?
Me: She’s dead now. So, no. I can safely say it doesn’t bother me anymore.
I changed the name of my first husband and his second wife. They are really named Ron and Connie.
Then, we went back to watching Cheap Trick videos and talking about our forever bands. I can see why Cheap Trick is one of Randy’s bands. And I still love that cover of Don’t Be Cruel.
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