Welcome to the Tragic Kingdom
So I had a lice job today.
Not wanting to waste a perfectly beautiful spring day, Jona and I lunched on 2nd street and went to most of the vintage shops on 4th. While we were in Buffalo Exchange on 2nd, my boss called me and asked if I could do a client today in Lakewood. 'Perfect,' I thought, 'I'm practically there already!'
I told my boss to tell them I'd be there at 4:30, so Jona and I would have a couple more hours to hang out and enjoy the nice day together and so my boss emails me the address of the house I'm to go to.
4 rolls around, and Jona and I rush back to his place so I can quickly mapquest where I'm going. His computer is on the verge of death, so I managed to get the address, but not how to get there. Jona and I were both very confused because the address was Lakewood Drive. Jona lives on Lakewood Blvd, but we weren't quite sure where Lakewood Drive was. So I texted Cha Cha for directions, and it just told me to go up the street and turn right on Harvey. That was it. So I did that, and Harvey turned into Lakewood Drive, which is a street with a golf course on one side and these big, stone mansion houses on the other. I get to the address within about 30 seconds of leaving Jona's house, and the giant iron gate is open for me to go onto the property. As I'm walking up I see this really cool, green, vintage car parked in the driveway and I think to myself 'Man, there must be some cool people who live here.'
I ring the door bell and a nice lady answers; late 30's, black hair, a couple tattoos that I can see. She brings me inside and as we walk through the living room I look up on the mantle to see about 8 or so Moon Men. You know, as in Mtv Video Music Award Moon Men. And then right next to those are about 3 Grammy awards. Just chillin. On the fireplace mantle.
At this point I'm quite excited/puzzled and just thinking 'Who the heck's house am I in!?!?!!?!'
We round a corner and there's a big wall with a bunch of pictures on it and I see a guy who's really familiar. I look at it without trying to stare too hard and give away to this lady that I'm trying to figure out who the obviously musically famous guy is that she's married to. Finally I see a picture and I know:
I am in Adrian Young, the drummer of No Doubt's house.
And that's when all of my wildest middle school dreams came true.
Not wanting to waste a perfectly beautiful spring day, Jona and I lunched on 2nd street and went to most of the vintage shops on 4th. While we were in Buffalo Exchange on 2nd, my boss called me and asked if I could do a client today in Lakewood. 'Perfect,' I thought, 'I'm practically there already!'
I told my boss to tell them I'd be there at 4:30, so Jona and I would have a couple more hours to hang out and enjoy the nice day together and so my boss emails me the address of the house I'm to go to.
4 rolls around, and Jona and I rush back to his place so I can quickly mapquest where I'm going. His computer is on the verge of death, so I managed to get the address, but not how to get there. Jona and I were both very confused because the address was Lakewood Drive. Jona lives on Lakewood Blvd, but we weren't quite sure where Lakewood Drive was. So I texted Cha Cha for directions, and it just told me to go up the street and turn right on Harvey. That was it. So I did that, and Harvey turned into Lakewood Drive, which is a street with a golf course on one side and these big, stone mansion houses on the other. I get to the address within about 30 seconds of leaving Jona's house, and the giant iron gate is open for me to go onto the property. As I'm walking up I see this really cool, green, vintage car parked in the driveway and I think to myself 'Man, there must be some cool people who live here.'
I ring the door bell and a nice lady answers; late 30's, black hair, a couple tattoos that I can see. She brings me inside and as we walk through the living room I look up on the mantle to see about 8 or so Moon Men. You know, as in Mtv Video Music Award Moon Men. And then right next to those are about 3 Grammy awards. Just chillin. On the fireplace mantle.
At this point I'm quite excited/puzzled and just thinking 'Who the heck's house am I in!?!?!!?!'
We round a corner and there's a big wall with a bunch of pictures on it and I see a guy who's really familiar. I look at it without trying to stare too hard and give away to this lady that I'm trying to figure out who the obviously musically famous guy is that she's married to. Finally I see a picture and I know:
I am in Adrian Young, the drummer of No Doubt's house.
And that's when all of my wildest middle school dreams came true.