A Sara Hickman Newsletter for August 23, 2004
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AND NOW...#2 in the TOP TWENTY MUSICAL MOMENTS! Washington, DC...The Barns at Wolftrap...1998...Touring with Tish Hinojosa, I was staying with my dear brother, Carlton, and his fantastic wife, Celeste, while preparing for the show in D.C. Tish and I were sharing the tour/stage: telling stories, singing songs, roaming the U.S. and creating hilarity, hope and poignancy through music. This was definately a girl tour...although there wasn't enough shopping going on, and no one was getting their toes painted...Tish and I were sharing lots of good conversation and discussions about love, life and loss. Looking back, I seem to remember snow, but, perhaps, I'm just romanticizing the memory. But, let's say there was snow. Lots of snow. Snow falling from the heavens, swirling out of the nighttime sky, tiny white polka dots twirling past my face and falling onto the tip of my tongue...cold and fresh. Maybe I was wearing ski boots (with fake fur) and a parka. Oh. And a long, multi-striped knit cap with one of those fuzzy yarn balls at the end. And toe socks. And a vest with pearl buttons...And a muffler for my hands. Gray colored, like a ferret rolled up around the fingers. (Ok. I was just dressed in jeans, but snow sure sounds good when it's summertime in Texas and I'm trying to be creative in a newsletter!) So...snow...DC...Tish...concert that night...my brother, Carlton, pops me, Celeste and my boyfriend, Lance, into the car. Lance had flown up to DC to join up with us on the tour. (ISN'T THAT ROMANTIC RIGHT THERE!? Ahhhh...) We decide to stop by a mall before the concert. Lance and Carlton go off to browze a cigar shop. Celeste, who is one of the best women you could ever want to know---funny, flexible, adventurous, loyal, smart--follows me as I zoom towards a jewelry store. WAIT! you may be asking yourself: Hey. What has this got to do with a TOP 20 MUSICAL MOMENT!? Hold on, there, brethren! It's a-comin'...the musical part, that is...I promise! Haven't I delivered 18 other ones previous? Don't you trust me by now? Calm down....breathe...aah...that's right...now release...yes...There...everyone's calmer...calm...hmm.... NOW BACK TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED NEWSLETTER MUSICAL MOMENT!!! Celeste and I walk into the store. We are on a mission. We only have 20 minutes before we MUST leave the mall and we MUST get to Wolftrap for my show. (Accent on MUST. Be. There. On. Time.) You see, I needed to buy Lance a ring. I knew he was the one. I had no doubt. I wanted to ask him THE QUESTION. But, in order to ask him THE QUESTION, I needed THE RING. The lady behind the counter asks, "Can I help you?" "Yes, " I say, breathless from running three miles of mall to find the only jewelry store. "YES! I need a ring!" "What would you be looking for?" she asks, narrowing her eyes at me, as if I'm carrying a hammer and might smash the glass display at any moment. As if I have an octopus for a head. "It's right over here," I point. I walk down the counter to a ring Celeste and I have been cooing over. Again, I point into the case, and I look up, obviously excited, into the woman's face. "I want this ring for my fiance!" It was my first time to say the word... The woman looks at me as if I am insane. "M'am," she says with disdain, "That is a woman's ring." "Oh, yes, I see...Hmm. Well, good, good. However, it's fine. I'll take it," I smile, excited about what is meant to be in only a few hours time. "No," she responds. "That ring is not for a man. It is for a woman," she commands. "That's ok. I love it. It's the one I want for him..." Now, I'm starting to feel that there is going to be a tug of war. She's from the old country. Women do not call men, let alone give them rings. Not only does she think I'm a nut to give a man a ring, but I'm giving him a GIRLY RING! Ee-gads. I sense her brain swelling over my huge social faux pas. She wants to flog me. Death is imminent. I will not make my show. I'm feeling slightly panicked. Celeste steps in. She asks if we can just SEE the ring. The saleswoman gives us the evil eye, but takes it out of the case, placing the black velvet draping atop the counter, the ring situated, delicately, smack dab in the middle. It is a white gold with a single diamond embedded precisely in the center. An elegant, simple ring for my handsome husband-to-be. I ask if I can hold it. The woman's eyes are buggy. She takes a deep breath and actually says, "If you must..." (Didn't people used to WANT to sell you something? Weren't they just dripping with glee, happy to sell SELL SELL?!) I pick the ring up. I place the ring on my finger. It is beautiful, and sparkles happily, whispering to me, "Don't let her dissuade you. You know what you're doing...Buy me! Take me with you..." I tell her I'll take it. After Celeste administers CPR and picks the woman up off the floor, I pay for the ring, and ask for a box. She shoves a box, with contents, towards me, and we fly out the door. We meet up with the boys, cram into the car, and rush towards my show... TO BE CONTINUED!!! Stay tuned, kitty cats, for more action packed true life adventure from the Super Pal Universe...next newsletter...the conclusion to our saga! Sending love, Sara PS. Please vote. Thank you. BIG KID: Gold Winner of Creative Child Awards, Gold Winner of NAPPA (National Parenting Publications Awards), Honors from Parents Choice, and perhaps...someday... |
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