....from chapter 17
Biddy and I were lucky
enough to find work together, which would allow us to bring in some bucks, and
not have our day job interfere with playing in the band. We found some
brainless work, helping an electrical contractor. We had to do things i.e. ripping
out walls and cleaning up the mess we made, or just general construction “prep”
work.
It was cool, because we didn’t really need any
training, and all we had to focus on was getting there on time, which really
wasn’t a problem for us. I was use to getting up early, something I had learned
in the ‘war’. We were never late, and it didn’t take us long to learn how to
goof off either. We had worked on this job for a couple of months, and had
begun to get use to the routine. We felt comfortable with the boss, and
vice-versa. He always managed to pay us on time, and we helped him as much as
possible. We knew it was a temporary job, because our minds were more focused
on the music, than anything else. He knew we were musicians and he enjoyed the
band stories we had for him every Monday morning when we came into work. Now
that we were settled on our job, we thought it was time to have a party at the
house. We started to plan it right away and the planning helped to make
everything easier while thinking of the fun that we were going to have.
We systematically set out to plan every detail, starting
with the guest list of course. We knew, putting the list together would be no
problem, because we already knew all the finest ladies in town and from
providence to Hyannis and the girls we didn’t know would be invited by the real
cool dudes that we would invite. When we told our boss about the party, he was
excited and asked us he could come with his wife. How could we refuse him,
after all, he was our boss, and we didn’t really care if he brought his wife
along or not. At that point, he quickly pulled out his wallet to show us a
picture of his wife. We weren’t very impressed at what we saw. She looked a
little homely to me, but we gave him the benefit of the doubt, because some
people just don’t take good pictures. We really weren’t that concerned, because
we knew the place would be loaded with some fine honeys, and we wondered why he
would want to bring his wife. But we didn’t try to discourage him in any way.
He probably wasn’t going to be the only married one there.
It only took us a week to get the word out, and the next Friday came
quickly. We didn’t have to play that weekend, so having a party would be a good
way to just hang out with our friends. We also had a new singer coming from
Baltimore to stay with us, and this would be a good way to welcome him to town.
The singer was Lumpy’s friend, his name was Lou and we just knew he would be
okay. We worked hard that week and the boss was nice enough to let us go early
on Friday, so we could meet the singer and get ready for the party.