Back in the Day Music 1/13/17
Spilling drinks can have two outcomes: the other person is very understanding as it was most likely an accident or the person is angry, even though it was most likely an accident. Now as an adult, I find myself in the latter form, but it does depend on my mood, despite what my kids think. They always think I am mean, so no skin off my back. However, if they spill, it usually goes hand in hand with them screwing around. I know that is what kids do, but man, try to keep all of the food on the table and not in the rug for one meal. Please, just one time!
On a trip to Wisconsin Dells when I was a junior in high school I was allowed to bring a friend, something my mom always allowed as my siblings were so much younger and I assume she didn’t want me annoy her with saying how bored I was. On one of the evenings we go out to dinner. While at dinner my little brother, Cam, who was probably about four or five at the time, spilled his drink all over the table. Now, my buddy that I brought had been my friend for years and had known Cam essentially since he was brought home from the hospital. For the rest of that meal and most of the trip, Neal teased the heck out of Cam. He would tell him how he ruined his meal and his trip, the whole nine yards. My buddy was relentless.
On the last day, before we headed out of town, we stopped for lunch at a restaurant. While making small talk about our favorite parts of the Dells, our favorite water slides, how cramped we were going to be on our ride home (as Neal and I originally drove separately in my ’91 Grand Prix that decided to die on the drive up to the Dells and was taken back to Morris by my uncle who just happened to be working near the area the car had died and was quite the mechanic) karma struck. As we all had not forgotten the fate of Cam’s drink on that hopeless summer night, Neal made a regrettable mistake. Turning his elbow to grab some food he knocked over his water glass that was filled to the top. It poured out everywhere on the table and all over his food. Instead of make an excuse and try to point the blame somewhere else, I just remember Neal sitting there and smiling, knowing that we were going to give him crap from now until the end of time. The best part was, he knew, and he knew he deserved it. As a family, we took the understanding approach.
After my wedding reception at the luxurious Pitstick’s Pavilion in Ottawa, Illinois, most of the bridal party and some other guests decided to make our way over to a local establishment called Shakers. From the few times that I have been to Shakers, a good time is always had. And try not to pass judgment down on the name of our reception hall either. There has never been anyone who did not have fun at a reception at Pitstick’s. The problem always is the condition that I am in to attend much of anything after a reception, let alone my reception. On this particular occasion I am not sure they should have even let me into the facility. I was out of it. I probably would have lost on Celebrity Jeopardy on SNL. It was that bad. However, while trying to order a drink at the bar, I spilled my wife’s uncle’s bloody all over him. The look on her uncle’s face, who is a LaSalle County cop, was not one that was amused. He took on the anger perspective.
These two stories remind me both of a movie and a song from the 1970’s. And this memory takes us into today’s back in the day music. It was spring of 1970 and Eric Burden teamed up with War for their first chart topping hit. Today’s song reached number three on the US Billboard Chart and was ranked as the 20th best song of 1970. Our song has been in movies and shows over the years, most notably Dexter and Boogie Nights.
Even though it was not in the movie The Deer Hunter our song reminds me of that movie. While I had such a hard time following that movie in general and really was not a fan of it (even though it is considered as one of the greatest movies of all time), there were a few things that I remember from it. The most important event that I remember determined the fate of the three main characters from the movie. At the wedding reception for Steven and Angela, there is a Russian Orthodox tradition of drinking red wine together. If the couple can drink from the goblets and not spill anything, they were said to have good luck for life. The bride, unknowingly, spilled two drops of the blood red wine on her dress. And after painstakingly watching over three hours of this “masterpiece” I learned that if Angela had not Spilled the Wine, Christopher Walken’s fate may have been saved.