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"Gee willickers, this is gonna
be the best week ever," I shouted as I leaped out of bed Monday
morning. Over the next five days, I had a dreamy date, a bunch of
baseball games, a meeting
with a real live rock star, a trip to another country, a big Olympic
showdown, and a huge BEST party!
Since it was such a beautiful day, I went on a bike ride through
Lasalle Park and wished a good week to all. First there was Buffalo
Police Officer McGrath. "Morning Officer, make sure all those
dogs are leashed!"
Then I saw the old friendly bum who only gets off his bike to pick
up cans. "Don't bother with that one, Rosco," I said.
"No refund on Aunt Rosie's!"
I was having so much fun feeding the Canada geese that I almost
forgot about my lunch meeting at Artone's Pizza in South Buffalo!
I raced home and jumped in my car to get BEST editor Al, and were
a little late. I felt awful, but luckily BEST ad guru Rob was already
there with the manager Chuck. It was an awesome lunch - Chuck made
us one of the best steak hoagies ever, but golly, sometimes Rob
doesn't stop talking forever and it gives me a headache. My dad
says that's what salesmen do, but I get kinda scared when Rob refers
to closing a deal as "orgasmic."
I took my dreamy date Jeni to the Bisons game that night with plans
on talking about big Buffalo music events with Robby from the Goo
Goo Dolls after. I told Robby we could meet at Frizzy's, where the
grooviest band in town, Lazlo Hollyfeld, was playing, and he said,
"See you there!" I was excited to get Robby's help for
the blues festival I'm helping to put on because his Music Is Art
festival is gonna be so awesome, but I was worried because the night
before, when I told him I'd be at the Tudor Lounge watching the
greatest band of all-time the Jony James Blues Band, he said, "See
you there!" But he never came.
No Robby after Lazlo's amazing set, and I wondered if I was looking
hard enough - maybe he was hiding behind his hair like in all his
videos. Jeni said I was cooler than the Goo Goo Dolls anyway, and
even though it was way past both our bedtimes when I brought her
home, it was well worth it.
By Wednesday morning, I was in Toronto with my mom's special ed.
class, and after a long day at the Ontario Science Museum, we had
a big group sing-along to the video for Hoobastank's #1 smash hit
"The Reason" before calling it a night.
After a Thursday morning tour of the CN Tower, we had lunch at the
Hard Rock Cafe in Skydome, which featured lousy food and the most
beautiful waitress who has ever lived. When YMCA came on the TVs,
a wild dance party began with conga lines, people standing on chairs
and tables, and allowing Jeff to eat everyone's abandoned French
fries. When the mayhem died down, I asked the heavenly waitress
to join us later at Medieval Times, but she had to work at another
restaurant, leaving my dreams shattered. We were given a hasty tour
of Skydome by a snooty employee, which was just fine with me, because
I hate domed, turf stadiums.
Everything was so authentic at Medieval Times - the costumes were
shiny, and the food had real medieval names! One surprising thing
I learned was how many vendors they had in the Coliseum in those
days - apparently they sold Knights of the Round coloring books,
neon swords and roses, and glossy pictures - who knew they had all
those cool things a thousand years ago!
Back at the hotel, I was watching some footage from Iraq and was
taken back by Kyle's interest, so I asked him what he thought about
the war. Though Jeff wasn't interested in Kyle's thoughts at first,
instead giving him bunny ears, soon there were five of us having
an amazing discussion about the world around us.
"It makes me sad that so many Iraqi children have to die,"
"We don't need to make so many bombs," added Jeff.
"Saddam and Osama weren't working together - they hate each
other as much as they hate us," said Justin.
"Can you imagine, waking up in the morning and not having no
water or bread? Look at all the snacks we have here - we take it
for granted," leveled Dan.
I was simply the moderator, and the longer we talked, the more stunning
was the realization that there was more common sense and compassion
in this roomful of special ed. students than the average office
water cooler. It was both enlivening and frightful.
Back in the good ol' US of A on Friday, my Roasted Pepper softball
team was patiently awaiting their all-star shortstop. Border issues
made me a little late - perhaps the main reason why we lost, but
we had fun anyway. I felt bad in letting my team down, and
promised to have a huge game next week.
Saturday morning was the big Erie County Special Olympics meet.
After months of rigorous training, my athlete, Eric, came away with
three ribbons - two for third place and one for fourth! It was wonderful
day full of frantic cheering, jumping around, high fives and hugs,
and singing Beach Boys songs. Eric made me so proud I wanted to
At night was the humungous BEST Bash at the Tudor Lounge, which
promised to be the greatest party ever! We had so much free stuff
and really cool music, too. The first band, Anal Pudding, was kind
of gross and scary, but then Lazlo Hollyfeld took over and kicked
butt! Lots of people came and told us how much they love the BEST,
and it made us feel great. So did all the free drinks! Everyone
got silly, and people were walking around like they were on a rocking
ship at sea. It was crazy! I can't wait for the next BEST Bash!
So now it's Sunday, and all I want to do is lay in bed, but the
BEST never sleeps. Mr. Fallon asked me to write about some of my
favorite new albums - you can read about them in Audio Files. This
was the best week ever, and boy, it sure will be tough to make next
week even better, but I'm gonna try!