Saturday, the day of the concert, I was the first to arrive in the afternoon and was waiting in the alley. I began a sentence, “when Jarrell gets here,” and looked up to see his car pulling up. Not long after, I remarked to Jarrell, “I wonder where David is,” turned around, and saw him walking into the theater. We got all our gear assembled on stage and were close to being ready for sound check. I said to a number of people, “Lani went off to practice in her car, maybe someone should go get her,” but it was unnecessary, I turned and saw her coming down the aisle. A large group of friends planned to meet at The Crepe Place (I forget if that’s its proper name) for dinner at 6:30. Jarrell, his friend and I were waiting at a table in back, and it was getting towards 6:40 so I said, maybe I should go up front and see if anyone’s there. I turned around to see B entering the room. After another 5 minutes or so, wanting to be back at the theater by 7:30, I said, I wonder if we should order or wait for D. Of course he came in almost as soon as I was finished with the sentence. I said, this was now the fifth time today I’d wondered where someone was, and then had them appear immediately. B said, “Doug, could you summon Pamela Anderson?” I wondered where she was and what she looks like (shows you how media-savvy I am!) and said, “sorry, she’s not here!”
