Monday, June 18, 2007

Once Step Closer

The last week has been beyond taxing as far as the traveling schedule goes. I watched quietly from a distance as everyone wrestled with the demands. You gotta figure that in a group of so many people there are the obvious professional travelers, they are ones that take to it no different than a duck to water and then of course there are the white knuckle vodka drinkers that are praying from the moment they walk into the airport to the moment they walk out of one. Out of the posse, I would say we’re all relatively decent travelers. With Santa it’s always about her bag limit, with Pip she wants to fly the plane, with Isabel there’s never a drama. Tori has to travel with her mom hat on and I, well I’d rather not be around so many strangers. After the Oslo show Santa went off with Isabel to explore the Norwegian coast. Apparently Isabel had some friends that have quite a spread there, so they drove spend the night and then would meet us in Berlin. The idea of Santa in the countryside is a 7 on the 1-10 shock scale, however, I have been noticing some pretty odd behavior form her lately. The party girl that glimmers as the lights of a city rise appears to be in a more contemplative mood. Oh of course there’s a passion for all that is alive and breathing and sensual, but there’s something else there now, a pinning that’s just me, that’s just conjecture on my part. A strange occurrence went down over the last couple of weeks. Essentially some pro footballer mentioning no names and that would be soccer for those Americans reading this just flies in to take Santa to dinner. How they met up I don’t know, probably at one of Nef’s crazy gatherings. As much as I can tell, it’s strictly platonic from Santa’s end. The last time he came in and took her to dinner I heard her door open at around 11 in the evening. I had been doing some research on my computer and something in me just decided to look. I don’t consider myself a snoop. I try and mind my own business, but I just had to see for myself if this guy was flying in because he was getting a whole lot of something that she wasn’t telling us or if the platonic show on her part was really for real. I heard a pertly click of high heels go past. I quietly opened my door and there she was all by her lonesome, happy as a clam, going into her room. Now as we all know, some girls pop up to their room do a quick spritz and the gentleman comes knocking within fifteen minutes with chilled champagne. So fifteen minutes goes by and of all things, my phone rings.

“Clyde would you like to pop in for a nightcap?”

I acted surprised, “are you on your own?”

“Of course I’m on my own silly.”

We had our nightcap, after a few sips I gathered up the courage. I said, “Santa baby a star footballer does not fly in more than once, bearing gifts just to be friend-sies”

“Clyde I swear, hand on my heart, I am not leading this geezer on.”

“What have you told him then,” I asked her.

“Well, I’ve told him that I’m not in a place to start a relationship and I’m not sleeping with anybody that I’m not going to have a relationship with.”

I looked at her with my hands up in the air, “And…”

“And he says when you are ready, I’ll be there. I’ve told him I may never be there. I’ve also told him that it’s best if I don’t see him until we’re back in London because there’s a lot to deal with.”

I looked at her and said, “Because we’re closer to St. Petersburg isn’t it.”

She was noncommittal and waved me a goodnight. We leave Deutschland and begin entering into Poland, once step closer to Russia.

22 comments:

ceciliasees said...

Clyde darling, you are the one I relate to most of all the girls. I am so pleased you are taking time out of your busy schedule to talk to us about the things you think. You ought to come and visit me sometime -
ceciliaruns.diaryland.com

Tell Tori and the rest of the girls for me that I was inspired by their wild woman ways for my most recent art show (a little gas greatly needed for a new mother who almost lost her little one this last year) and that, though I know a million and one women are scratching at your door daily - I still want you to know - you are so incredibly meaningful to one more.

Anonymous said...

Isn't it wonderful when people can understand where you are in life, compared to those who push for their own agenda? Her footballer must be a nice guy, and there aren't many of those left out there.
I think there's some Pip in all of us - who's never wanted to see if they could take the controls of a plane, and be in charge of so much?
personally? I'm one of your white-knuckle vodka drinkers, but my poison of choice to knock out the plane ride? Whiskey :)

British Doll xxx

Anonymous said...

hey clyde sup?????? love the entry!!!!! gla dur having fun on the tour!!!!! i know what u mean how everybody has there thing 4 the tour!!!! glad ur going to poland!!!! my grandfather's parents came from there!!! so i'm a polish gurl!!!! hope u have there!!!!!!
mkgtweety

Anonymous said...

You are going the wrong way, you should be getting back to Amsterdam for some more partying over here! o, too bad... Good luck in Poland!

Anonymous said...

(That was me, Indra x)

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Anonymous said...

Good Evening Clyde! I must say that i am happy for you to have such wonderful friendships. What struck me most about your entry was the fact that you really LISTENED to Santa when she was speaking. Instead of interjecting your feelings about the footballer you simply said, "go on" to your friend, thus allowing her to finish her thought aloud. Clyde once again you have inspired me--not to expand my appreciation for art, but to simply be a better friend. Thank you!

I LOVE YOU!!!! Ellen (Lilyscloak)

Anonymous said...

Hi Clyde,
I wanted to say hi and introduce myself. I met Tori on the SLT tour backstage in San Diego and then bumped into her again at LAX on the way to her San Fran show.
I relate to you the most and Pip. I was wondering if you might be so kind to tell Santa that if she ends up having to eat that chocolate hat that perhaps she might be inclined to cover India Arie's " Brown Skin". It might make the chocolate hat go down smoother.
Look forward to seeing all of the posse in Cali.

Bells for Me

Anonymous said...

Hi Clyde,
I wanted to say hi and introduce myself. I met Tori on the SLT tour backstage in San Diego and then bumped into her again at LAX on the way to her San Fran show.
I relate to you the most and Pip. I was wondering if you might be so kind to tell Santa that if she ends up having to eat that chocolate hat that perhaps she might be inclined to cover India Arie's " Brown Skin". It might make the chocolate hat go down smoother.
Look forward to seeing all of the posse in Cali.

Bells for Her

Anonymous said...

Sorry pour le double post.

I also forgot to say that I understand Santa said you don't like all of the strangers while you travel.

I love to travel. It is my second favorite thing to do on the planet so If you need a traveling companion let me know. :-)

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