I think you will get a kick out of this one guys.
Back before my Senior year of High School I served as a paid Intern for the American Foundation for The Blind evaluating adaptive equipment. As part of the Internship we had to attend a conference in Pittsburgh. As a matter of fact one of my closest online frineds from a DooWop club lived up there and I'd get to stay a day with her before heading back home after the conference.
Not only did my friend, Barbara Ann, let me stay with her for a night but she also wanted to throw a party in my honor. How nice! It was to be held a a local restaurant. What I did not realize is that we were to be in their private party room and not have the whole place to ourselves. Fast forward to the evening of the party. My friend holds the door open for me and I step in the door and make a grand entrance. I shout at the top of my lungs "BD Bopper has arrived!" The room had been bustling with waiters and diners but suddenly went quiet (except for the raucous laughter from the back room. My friend whispered in my ear what I did not realize and then we started laughing too as the manager excorted us to the back private party area.
I can't help but chuckle about the incident every now and again. My friend did so too. However she lost a valiant battle with cancer two years ago this week. I miss her a lot but will always carry this and many other wonderful memories of "Circe." That was Barbara Ann's nickname.
Last edited by BDBopper : 05-13-2008 at 07:13 PM.
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