You may remember a sleet storm we had here awhile back where I complained about ice chunks in my hair. It was during that storm that Kevin realized I had left both my Ipod and my Nintendo DS at therapy. So what does he do? Make me wait two days to have them? No. He brings them to my house. Keep in mind here that the man lives twenty minutes in one direction from the clinic and I live fifteen minutes in the other direction. And it was sleeting. Okay, so yeah, he spoils me.
So, Kevin was telling me this story about coming to my house.
K: I got your address and I went to put it in my GPS. And I just put in the name of the town and two street options pop up and one of them was yours. So I’m a little weirded out. So I clicked your street and then your house number popped up! So now I’m freaking out. Like, the GPS is trying to tell me something. What is the GPS trying to tell me? It’s a secret message in my GPS!
Me: How long before you figured it out?
K: I was about halfway to your house, freaking out the whole time, before I realized my kids took my car when you all went to the movies.
Me: There you go.
Anyways, for Christmas this year I got Kevin the best present, and even though he told me not to spend money on him, he can’t stop talking about it. Live At The Greek - Jimmy Page and The Black Crowes. Kevin’s a big Led Zeppelin fan. When I was a teen, we used to talk music a lot, copied cassettes we thought the other one would like. We’d try different things on the stereo during my workouts. And when I was about fifteen, he gave me my first Black Crowes album ever. In fact, I think it may have been the album that started all the music trading between us in the first place. So anyways, I knew I wanted to get him a Zeppelin CD but I wasn’t sure what. I like live stuff myself, so I searched for Led Zeppelin Live and three entries in was Jimmy Page playing Zeppelin covers with The Black Crowes. I mean, what are the odds? Seriously. It was like the perfect-made gift for me to give to him.
This is “What Is and What Should Never Be,” which Kevin says he can’t get past on the album, because he keeps listening to it over and over again.
The next time I saw him after he got the CD, he tells me it was his favorite present thus far. “Even better than the real good foreign beer someone got me. Like, all I’ve thought about today is when I get home, I’m going to have a beer. Then, maybe I’ll have a sandwich. Then I might even have another beer.”
Go back and read that last paragraph in your best sex-voice and you’ll be somewhere close to where he was.
I feel very honored that my present was better than his apparently orgasm-inducing-beer.