Indulge my memory, please

I am back. I have a memory to share with you all. Then again, in my solopsistic little mind, none of you exist but for me. I have created you to share my memories with you. Then, I must ask are the memories "real"? That is the existential question I leave you all with today. Then again, if I am the only one that exists (solopsism in action), then you cannot begin to answer an existential question, since you do not actually exist.

Enough circularity! On with the show! I am recalling another Thursday March 22. It was 1990. I went to see The Grateful Dead at Copps Coliseum in Hamilton. It was a great little freak show. I went with Wife, who was then the Girlfriend. I was articling at the time and she "urged" me take the Friday off. One of the lawyers, who I was doing some work for (condominium purchases) got wind of why I was taking the day off and was none too pleased. Then again, he wore the same tie for over thirty days (I kept track of that on a whiteboard). He was a weired guy. He had articled with one of the partners, yet he was still an associate at the firm. He could not seem to get his secretaries a computer either. What was up with that?

Anyway, I was told that we were going to stay overnight. Like I wanted to stay in fucking Hamilton or Burlington! What was the point of that? Sex, I guess, so that was okay. The show was good but it was rainy and dirty out in Hamilton. It always is. I think that every time I have gone to Hamilton since 1989, it has rained there. Given how that rathole looks, the rain and grey makes it look much nicer.

At the concert, the freaks were in full force. The best were the young lovelies dancing around. There was one, sitting behind the Wife, who had been dancing barefoot. She put her blackened tootsies up on the back of the seat. I thought the Wife was going to puke. It was a funny scene, er scent.

We did make it to the lovely Admiral Inn in time for me to catch the end of the UConn game. It was the second week of the NCAA tournament (like it is right now). That was fun and then there was fucking to be done. We got up the next morning, had breakfast and then I had a free day. What a novel concept back then.

That is my memory, I hope you enjoyed it. Cia0!