I remember Valentine's Day much better than I remember the night of the Robert Randolph concert. There are a few parts of the concert night that I remember very well though.
I picked Marisa up after work and during the ride to the show Marisa felt it necessary to be on her phone. I think it was her now sister in law, Ryan, if I remember correctly. It was an extremely boring ride for me. I remember wanting to turn around, leave her at home and go to the show on my own. Looking back, I probably should have.
After finding the Webster, on my own (Marisa was still on the phone) and parking atop a foot of packed snow, we made our way in to the theater, Marisa as my plus one. This is where things get hazy... Once in, we got a drink and chatted while we waited for the show to start. I left Marisa for the wolves while I photographed the first 3 songs, this is usually the case with most concerts. I remember being really in the groove, enjoying the music & getting the shots I wanted.
My three songs came and went so I headed to the bar area to find if my date had been swept away by someone else or if she liked me enough to wait around. Thankfully, she was still there, talking with everyone. She introduced me to people I didn't really care to know but she had spent the last 3 songs talking to. I thought they attended high school together or something. Nope, just strangers.We went to the bar to get another drink and Marisa started a tab. This part I remember. She asked me not to let her forget she was leaving her card for the tab. Mental note made.
Like I said I don't remember all the details but we killed a few hours by dancing, talking and I'm not sure what else. Robert Randolph finished the night strong, I got my photos and the girl I came with was still hanging around with me. We made sure we had our stuff and we headed to the car.
On the way to the car Marisa and I had a moment. We were talking and we locked eyes (she has the most amazing green eyes!), we leaned toward one another, turned our heads a little, then the impossible happened... I fought as hard as I could but I couldn't help it. "Your credit card!" Huh? Why? Why, of all moments of the night did I have to think of Marisa's credit card being left at the bar now? It spewed out and it was too late. I was devastated. Our moment to lock lips and see if it felt right came and went as fast as "credit card" shot out of my mouth. Marisa looked at me as if I was insane, her head tilted, eyebrows curled. She turned back towards the door and as I mustered all the energy I could to tag along during my walk-of-shame, she laughed. "You really messed that one up. Not sure if you'll get another chance now. Thanks for reminding me about the card though." Not sure if she was mocking me or just trying to comfort me at that point. Regardless, I blew it.
We made our way back into the theater, picked up her card and headed for the car again retracing the shameful steps I just made, all the while replaying the moment over and over in my head... "Your credit card!" Rewind. "Your credit card!" This time the walk to the car generated no moment.
Marisa and I got lost finding our way back to the highway. Again, Marisa was on the phone. This time calling my friends from my phone. After my "moment to remember" things must have been a bit awkward and Marisa thought it a good idea to see what all my buddies were up to at about 1:30 a.m. One answered. I'm not sure Scott knew what was going on but he played along, I apologized and I took the phone away from Marisa.
Finally, we got back to her place. I dropped her off (no goodnight kiss included). This is by far one of the most embarrassing moments Marisa and I have shared but its safe to say it all panned out in the end. This one cost me points so at the end of the night, the plus one left me in the hole.
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