Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Wish You Were Here

Who I should have invited to the Duran Duran concert, instead of The Viking, is Dave.

Oddly enough, Dave and I met in person before our blogworlds ever collided. At the party, I remember asking him if his name was really Dutch, which is what was embroidered on his Kensington Market bowling shirt. I remember him telling me he was from Chicago. Then he went on the field trip to the secret swing, and I went back out on the patio in search of Zippos. Later, when The Redhead mentioned her old friend Dave, and even later, when I heard some blogger named Logan's Dave had added me to his blogroll, I failed to make the connection.

A couple of weeks ago Dave posted something about a kilt. Kilts, for me, have much the same effect as Zippos. We got to chatting. Via email and bloggitorily.

I knew from my site stat counter that he was reading my Jack and Diane story, but I didn't hear from him until I posted Part IV. Then I received this:

From: Logan's Dave
To: Postmodern Sass
Date: March 8, 2005
Subject: Wait, wait, wait.

Are you telling me that in addition to men in kilts, hockey, and karaoke, that you also enjoy fine single-malt scotch?
I replied:
From: Postmodern Sass
To: Logan's Dave
Date: March 8, 2005

Yes. And never, never with ice.

And you, in addition to having a kilt, loving hockey and Douglas Adams, also are a cat lover and sing karaoke?

Where were you when I posted this comment on Accordion Guy's blog?
There ensued a lengthy e-conversation in which we remembered who the other had been at that party in November, and discovered that we not only share a German heritage, but that we both lived in Kitchener, home to the largest Oktoberfest outside of Germany. Though not at the same time.

After I posted the final entry in The Viking Trilogy, he sent this email:

From: Logan's Dave
To: Postmodern Sass
Date: March 15, 2005
Subject: Not again

You're a Tarantino fan as well? Oy.
I think he meant that "oy" in a good vey. I'm not always clueless. Viking, schmiking!

Dave said he was tempted to quote a Pink Floyd song.

"We don't need no education?" I asked. But I knew which one he meant.

I also know he's reading this.

Dave, I wish you were here so I could take you to Duran Duran on April 5. I have a friend who works at the Air Canada Centre. I don't just get tickets, I get escorted to the Air Canada Club, and watch the show from there. So...

...if you're ever in Toronto again...

...and if there's ever hockey again...

Oh — and bring your kilt.
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Go to next story in sequence, or read this story, in which Sass discovers that her readers are rooting for Dave. Or go here to find out who Sass goes to the Duran Duran concert with.