My favorite part of this day was seeing my cousin Hugo and his wife Carmen. Unfortunately, we were only able to hang out for a short period after the show, but it was better than nothing. I hadn't see them in years. I can't even remember the last time to be honest; it might have been their wedding. Regardless, it was nice to see them again.
My one experience with Hugo that always sticks out in my mind was when I was "helping" him in Matamoros with something. I don't exactly remember what we were doing, but it involved me needing to drive his truck as he drove another vehicle. I guess we were dropping off one of the vehicles somewhere. The problem was that I was only 13 and didn't really know how to drive just yet, much less drive in Mexico, where rules of the road don't matter.
I told Hugo my concerns, and as logical step, he decided to give me a quick driving lesson, which I felt gave me enough confidence to get me in the swing of things; however, that confidence all flew out the window when a little bus (called a combi) cut me off. I panicked. I didn't seem to understand the function of the brake, and swerved into the combi's bumper. Needless to say, I scraped the front side of Hugo's truck; it could have been a lot worse.
Hugo was completely cool about it; he didn't even looked phased about the whole thing. He's a real class act. I felt so guilty and like a complete failure. Fortunately, I've never been in an accident since.
Speaking of accidents, Darren had a scary experience as he almost fell off the stage, again.
Photos by Megan (http://flickr.com/people/livewithyourheart).
4 comments:
Really nice photo of Paul! Wow! I am usually too close for that sort of shot, or someone is in front of me. The hazards of being short.
Glad to hear that despite the near miss that Darren is fine. I bet his guardian angel works overtime. LOL I remember this conversation we had about you being the "mom" of the bunch once when everyone had been sick. I'm starting to believe it. ;)
Sorry you didn't get to spend more time with Hugo, but glad you were able to see him. He sounds cool to me. :)
Darren scared the living daylights out of me. I think I instinctively threw my hands up to catch him when I saw that look of panic on his face. Of course it would happen shortly after Paul referred to him as "the patient." I'm just glad he landed okay. I wish I'd had a chance to get some pictures up, I had some good ones, but I've been entirely too busy today.
It was a pleasure getting to see you all again on Friday and Saturday. I know my parents throroughly enjoyed themselves as well, and last night was worth every minute spent sitting on a chilly Detroit sidewalk. Best of luck with the rest of the tour!
Seven shows in seven months in 2007. It started at HOB back in march, and ended with HOB last week. You guys have come a crazy long way since Lollapalooza 06--like watching a baby grow up. Chicago loves you guys. What's funny is that you have stories about Paul and Darren, but never Greg. Greg never has crazy onstage antics! As of late, I mean. Thanks for being part of my amazingggg summer and fall. I'd have to say London, ON was the most memorable--whether it was the power outage or the waiting, I'm not sure, but the show was, visually, incredible. HOB probably had the best acoustics. Anticipating a crazy encore from the studio. P.S. I've been listening to In Rainbows nonstop as well--probably getting more worth than the few dollars I paid haha.
Hmm... I think you beat my accident stories. (Yes, there are several, all over age 16.)
I do maintain, however, that only one was officially my fault.
Let's see {unrolling the scroll}:
1. My first was the one that was my fault... Long day at work and I zoned and the sun was starting to set so I didn't see the taillights on in front of me for a sec or two and then I jolted out of my zone and hit the GAS by mistake. Kaboomsky. To this day, I tell myself my foot is on the break at times when I might need to slam on something a right quick...
2. A deer charged me. I saw him, but I was close so I didn't break. He saw me and we made eye contact and I guess he thought we shared a moment and it was ok to run at my car... It wasn't. He hit the side of my car... And presumably still lives somewhere in Southern NH.
3. Coming around a curve after a dusting kind of snowfall -- evidently enough to lose traction... Found myself unturning and yet I kept going into the left lane... Thankfully, there were no oncoming cars... I got traction just in time to veer right into a snowbank... Kawoosh. I had to climb out the passenger side and I was shaking.
4. I was driving home from Bible study and, as I passed a mobile home park, someone shot, yes, SHOT, at me... Bullet hold in the driver side door. Turned out to be a bb gun, but still... Glad it didn't hit the glass.... That would have been bad.
Glad to hear you only had the one.
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