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March 14, 2000
I work in a hotel; not for the hotel, but the place where I work is located in a hotel. A big hotel, a Marriott or Sheraton or something like that. There's a gift shop and a restaurant, and a big lobby.
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One of the other guys came out with a coffee maker and set it up in front of the stage near the monitor, then D came out and started playing. He had shaved off the mustache in the meantime.
Just as the show was starting, one of the roadie-type guys picked up the coffee maker and brought it over to me and asked me if I would make some coffee. I didn't want to; I didn't want to miss any of the show. But I thought I probably should, that maybe it would get me "points" with D.
So I took the coffee maker and raced out of the room into an area that was like a large restaurant kitchen. There was a woman there working, and I asked if I could borrow a coffee packet. She looked annoyed, but said that I could, that they were in the refrigerator. So I started racing around looking in all the refrigerators--there seemed to be at least five or six of them--but none of them had coffee in them.
The then roadies came in and asked me where the coffee was, and told me to hurry up, and I said I knew I was taking a long time, but I couldn't find the coffee, and I really needed to get back into the show. I was afraid he was going to play my favorite songs and I'd miss them. I said, I'm sorry, but this is really bad (being out of the auditorium messing around with coffee).
So while I was with the roadies, I asked if I could get backstage to talk to D after the show. We seemed to have agreed that I wouldn't do that, but I was regretting the decision. The roadie sort of smirked at me, like he thought I was a groupie or something, but I didn't care. I said I just needed him to give a note to D saying that I was there and wanted to see him, and let him make the decision.
I rushed back into the auditorium, and D was reading letters aloud, sort of like "Letters to the Editor" or something. He was wearing a loose sort of mustardy brown colored linen shirt and holding the letters up in one hand.
Then Dinah woke me up.
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