I had such a great weekend. It was so great, I wish I was a trust fund baby so all my days could be as wonderful and uninterrupted by work. I spent most of the weekend with Robert on his farm! It’s not his farm exactly, he rents the carriage house. It’s an old house that has a porch swing that we sat in and swung back and forth while eating Klondike bars and drinking Margaritas. He showed me the cows in the field and fish in the stream. There is a wood paneled room upstairs where he keeps his computer and instruments and it was up in that room where he played me all sorts of songs. On his bass he played Rick James’ Super Freak and then on his acoustic guitar he played RITCHIE VALENS’ OH DONNA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (If you’ve been reading Donnaville for any extended period of time, you will know that, yes, all those exclamation points were necessary) He played a ton of other songs as well. He even taught me how to play two chords. I don’t know which chords they are but he said I showed great promise most likely because I used to play organ back when I was a little girl.
Okay, enough gushing, it’s time for me to work.
One more chord and you’ll be able to play almost any rock and roll song worth a darn. 🙂
One more session, ehem…I mean lesson…or is it date? and your mother will become very suspicious.
Mothers love to hear that daughters know the type of wall covering in a man’s bedroom. 😉
ERIC!!!!!!! I will have you know that the wood-paneled room is NOT Robert’s bedroom! You have a dirty filthy mind!
(His bedroom is painted white)
😀
Rosa are you reading this?
Yes!!!!!!
Oh Oh…the dinner conversation will be VERY interesting next time you all sit down together!
Tell me, has Donna always had this knack for self-incrimination?
You obviously don’t know Donna at all. She is at an age and place where she owes no explanations to anyone, especially me. She is just playing your game.