I have been doing things with friends and family since a few weeks after my husband’s death in 2012. Getting out the house during the healing process after the death of a loved one is good, but it is also difficult.
Today, a friend and I went to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland. It was nostalgic.
Even though the Rock Hall is featuring the Rolling Stones exhibit, I think my favorite parts of the museum were the videos: of inductees accepting their award, of Elvis Presley singing gospel with his Jordaniers, of old MTV, of groups who were against the whole Rock and Roll movement, and of Dick Clark’s American Bandstand. I also enjoyed reading about the history of Rock and Roll, from Les Paul and Alan Freed to the artists who were Rock and Roll influences.
One of these artists is Hank Williams - “Sr. not Jr.,” as Tom would clarify, which is something my friend, music critic Michael Gallucci, thought was a cool statement. Today it was something my brain decided to make overwhelm my thinking as soon as I saw the star’s picture. It made my heart heavy.
It’s best, though, to try to live in the moment, not in the past. So, like a professional yoga student, I addressed it and let it pass and then focused on other things to help my day. I want to share with you some of the other things that I experienced. One of which was the view of Lake Erie from the Rock Hall below.
The other thing I want to share with you is the restaurant experience I had after.
It was a Brazilian restaurant we went to that is similar to a buffet. It had a nice salad bar. And, their gimmick is that you are given a card. One side of the card is green, one side is red. The card is given to you red side down and when you are ready, you turn the card to green and servers appear with meat on a huge skewer that they slice off for you at your table.
They had many different kinds of meat: sirloin, lamb, filet, chicken, prime rib, ribs, pork, ham, sausage, bacon wrapped filet, bacon wrapped pork, and turkey. All the meat pretty much tasted the same, since it was all prepared the same way.
They also had plantains, which was something new I tried.
It was definitely an experience that I can say I had once.
My favorite part, however, was the table next to us, where there were two guys seemingly having a business dinner, but I am not positive about this.
The one guy kept paying the waiter to bring out all the meat rare, which wasn’t my favorite so I kept turning away the waiters when they came to serve us at our table. The server even kept telling the guy that they weren’t supposed to bring the meat out that rare, but the guy tipped…so.
His insistence on rare meat wasn’t even the worst part. The guy proceeded to talk about how rare meat made him shit better…and, yes, he said shit. I verified this with my friend.
It was great dinner conversation (I say sarcastically). I really hope this wasn’t a business meeting.
After this interesting dinner and then losing about $60 at the Horseshoe Casino, I was ready to go home. Yet, I have this story forever, which kind of makes me chuckle even though I was missing Tom today.
Thank goodness for the man with no couth who was put in my path today (a) to stop me from eating anymore because of his shit statement and (b) for my amusement.