Shooter, Shining... Shit!

Well, I knew it was coming to this, I just didn't think I'd get Alzheimer's this soon. For the last few months I have talked of nothing but going to see Shooter Jennings. I was so excited. I tend to get a little to excited when I actually set my mind on going somewhere. Therefore, the disappointment is that much greater when I fail to go, usually based on some act of stupidity on my part. This was stupidity in its rarest form.I knew that Shooter would be at The Dame on October 13th at 8 p.m. I had every intention of dragging Brinton with me. I talked about it alot. I even made the comment, "Hey, Shooter's comin' on Friday the 13th", just a few dozen times, to anyone I saw. How was I gonna forget? Friday the 13th? It's October for goodness sake. Of course, without a doubt, I knew I would remember the show.

If anybody remembers the last couple of weeks, or you are really well with dates, then you know that October 13th was a Thursday. Well, I had to bite my tongue (it hurt), and throw my best tantrum (it was a good one). But when all was said and done there was no one to blame but myself. I don't know why I ever thought that the 13th was a Friday. No one told me it was a Friday. Yes, I ASSUMED it was a Friday. Well, we all know about assumptions. Why on earth would you have Shooter play a concert on a Thursday? That's just stupid! But oh well, what the hell. I thought the midnight showing of the Shining would just make it all better. While, everyone else anticipated The Big Lebowski. Goonies and Fear and Loathing. I just wanted to watch one. Just one was all I asked. The Shining. I love this movie. It is one of my favorites. It's one of a few movies that can still make me scream and shudder. And you know what,
it was at the Kentucky. Somehow, I got it in my head it was this coming weekend. I thought that it might mend a wounded soul. Until, I found out on Monday that it played this past weekend.

I have went through and kicked and screamed, to everyone I know. Tried to blame everyone else (even though I knew then and I know now) they had nothing to do with me missing the shows. Reality set in, I am getting old. I am becoming more and more forgetful. I am in the full midst of CRS. I am just hoping for a cure.