I have favorite people. Is that allowed? Rusty is one of those people. He's a talented artist through the mediums of music and painting.
I've learned a lot from Rusty over the past five years. I can't think of a single time I've spent with him that I didn't laugh numerous times. He's good at finding joy in everyday life. And, as goofy as he is, he's really wise and gives good advice.
On Friday night, Alicia and I went to see Rusty play with a band at a Mexican bar in Brentwood. We weren't planning on staying the entire time, just long enough to hear some music, eat tortilla chips, drink diet coke (or beer if you're Alicia), give Rusty a hug, and then leave. We ended up staying longer and helped him pack up. I like being a roadie for Rusty.
The band finished a little before 11pm. The area in front of the stages emptied so Alicia and I went and said hi to Rusty! After almost five hours of music, he was sweaty and gross. So I didn't give him a hug. Obviously.
I'm quite the hug snob. I don't hug very many people voluntarily. Especially gross and sweaty people. Alicia and I carried Rusty's two guitars to his truck and he brought the rest of it. He gave Alicia a hug and I backed away. There was no way... As I was protesting and giving reasons why I wasn't going to hug him, he retorted, "shut up and hug me"!
"Shut up and hug me." Who the heck says that? That would be Rusty. The best rockstar dad-like-person a wanna-be-rockstar-princess could ever ask for. I was stunned and didn't move or say another word, so he gave me a hug. The surprise quickly wore off and we talked for a few more minutes before we all left. I willing gave him a hug the second time and laughed a lot.
"Shut up and hug me."
Love you, Rusty!
I've learned a lot from Rusty over the past five years. I can't think of a single time I've spent with him that I didn't laugh numerous times. He's good at finding joy in everyday life. And, as goofy as he is, he's really wise and gives good advice.
On Friday night, Alicia and I went to see Rusty play with a band at a Mexican bar in Brentwood. We weren't planning on staying the entire time, just long enough to hear some music, eat tortilla chips, drink diet coke (or beer if you're Alicia), give Rusty a hug, and then leave. We ended up staying longer and helped him pack up. I like being a roadie for Rusty.
The band finished a little before 11pm. The area in front of the stages emptied so Alicia and I went and said hi to Rusty! After almost five hours of music, he was sweaty and gross. So I didn't give him a hug. Obviously.
I'm quite the hug snob. I don't hug very many people voluntarily. Especially gross and sweaty people. Alicia and I carried Rusty's two guitars to his truck and he brought the rest of it. He gave Alicia a hug and I backed away. There was no way... As I was protesting and giving reasons why I wasn't going to hug him, he retorted, "shut up and hug me"!
"Shut up and hug me." Who the heck says that? That would be Rusty. The best rockstar dad-like-person a wanna-be-rockstar-princess could ever ask for. I was stunned and didn't move or say another word, so he gave me a hug. The surprise quickly wore off and we talked for a few more minutes before we all left. I willing gave him a hug the second time and laughed a lot.
"Shut up and hug me."
Love you, Rusty!
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