Hi Stephen,
I often get messages from Twitter people regarding you and Journey, so one day last week someone named Lori posted this photo, and wrote, "What a sweet man."
I chuckled, because I thought, "Yeah? How sweet is Steve Perry REALLY? How do you KNOW he's "sweet," just by this photo?!"
I mean, you COULD be saying, "Hey kid, you're in my way, you're buggin' me, you're interrupting my CHI, so take your stupid hat and get the hell outta here before I call security."
My mom and I set off on a tangent, thinking about funny things you might be saying to this kid, that aren't so "sweet," and we laughed ourselves sick all the way back from Michigan.
"Shaddap you brat, I'll bet you don't even know who Journey IS, ya little twerp!!"
"See this thumb? I'm gonna stuff it up your nose if you don't leave me the hell alone!"
"Kid, I'm gonna throw you off this trolley if you keep being so damned noisy."
"No, you CAN'T have an autograph, you made me drop my damned PEN, ya brat-faced kid!"
"I give a big thumbs UP to whomever made you sit on my lap. Just wish you hadn't peed."
"Ya four-eyed FREAK, what kind of gay hat is THAT? You're such a tourist it makes me sick!"
I mean, we went on and on, just for shits and giggles, and had a fun time laughing about it. Sweet Steve Perry...hehehe...I like to imagine how NOT so sweet you are sometimes. You're just human, but wow, some of these fans of yours go way overboard, thinking you're God's gift to the world and can make no mistakes, are a perfect angel, and holy CRAP how are you going to LIVE UP to that hooey?? No wonder you've had such a rough love life. That must suck. "Shoulda been gone, if I'm not who you, thought I'd be..." indeed. SNIFF.
By the way: If nobody has ever told you this before, let me just say: It's HER loss.
By the way: If nobody has ever told you this before, let me just say: It's HER loss.
Well, in other news, this house thing is going along a little smoother now, because I talked Pete into writing out a long explanation to his brother-in-law, explaining why his past ex-wife who borrowed money from his mom is NOT the same situation as we are in NOW, to prevent him from making anymore inaccurate comparisons and unfair statements to that effect.
See, Michael basically said, "Let's put the past in the past," but then in the same paragraph on email, stated, "Well, this sort of thing has happened before so you can understand my concern." Ummmmm....which is it??? You can't have it both ways. It's the whole "extend olive branch of peace in one hand, holding a big heavy club in the other..." which is a load of crap. So, I pointed that out to Pete, and suggested that he give him a bigger picture view of what happened before, compared to what's going on now, to prove that he's wrong about assuming it's a pattern, and wrong in thinking that this situation deserves his "concern."
First of all, Michael and Pete's sister Janice, are filthy rich. They live in CT, their kids all went to Yale and/or Princeton, they live in a million dollar house, and they travel all the time all over the world. So, for them to be condescending and judgmental is normal, and for them to see only the tiny speck of what's in front of their face without digging any deeper is normal. These are the kind of high-maintenance, surface-dwelling rich people that piss me off most, because you have to spoon-feed them a bigger picture with an explanation that is more detailed, in order to get through to them. (They have thicker skulls, with designer labels of course).
It made ME feel better, if nothing else, to know that Pete actually listened to me, (for ONCE) and took my advice about it---he's not the greatest communicator, as you can probably surmise. So, going overboard in the other direction to explain himself is something he's not used to doing. Whether or not this garners any further apology from Michael remains to be seen, but at least he made the effort.
We are now pricing moving companies, to help with the larger furniture. We can do the small stuff and the boxes ourselves. I just gotta get busy packing!! The thing Pete didn't realize is that April 21st, (the date we close on the house) happens to be Good Friday...right before Easter weekend. Good luck gathering people to help us move on a holiday weekend my friend! Not gonna happen! So, we've got a timeline set up on the calendar to begin packing, rearranging stuff in our garage, setting up shelving at the new place first, then storing the boxes from his mom's storage unit first, then we'll bring our excess storage stuff, and clear out the garage so that we can use it to put newly packed boxes in...then at the new place, we'll have signs up around the basement to match up the labeling on each box...separating each person's belongings room by room, and labeling the importance of them "A" or not so important items labeled as "B". That way, we SHOULD stay organized.
I hope. That's the plan at least. Sounds great. Looks great on paper. Implementation? IFFY.
The great thing is, (at least in my lazy-ass opinion) is that the heavy furniture will be moved during the weekend that I plan to take the two mom's away to Ocean City Maryland! Every year they have an arts and crafts fair there, and I thought it might be nice to take them for Mother's Day weekend. So, when we return from OC, everything will be set up at the new house and ready for us to crash in our own beds. YAY!! Ya gotta love that plan!!
Anyway, my birthday was the 9th, and Pete gave me 2 things from Ebay that I happened upon one day, that I wanted to add to my "Journey Junk collection." So, he got this really cool Budweiser newspaper color ad that unfolds, with OLD photos of you in this wicked 70's velvet tuxedo with frilly white shirt---GAWDAWFUL---along with Gregg Rollie and Aynsley Dunbar, and of course, Neal with his wicked nasty afro hairdo...(what the hell was he thinkin'?!)
Then he got me an 8x10 color photo of you, singing on Trial By Fire, close-up, lookin' SEXY. I love it. Gotta find me a frame now...I said, "HA! D'ya mind if I tack this up on the ceiling in our bedroom?!" hehehehehehehe Just kiddin'. I'm such a stinker.
Well, you "sweet" man, (or EVIL PEDOPHILE! HA!!), I hope you have a great week and I hope touristy brat children leave you alone when you're riding a trolley. DA NOIVE of dat HOI PALOI kid!! (insert Three Stooges "Curly" voice here).
Love, Rebecca
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