CalifChick
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Joined: 10/28/2007 From: California Status: offline
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I can't believe I blocked this out and just now remembered it. I was even engaged to the guy. I was living in Louisiana, and my fiance was living in Pennsylvania (we knew each other thru the industry we were in). Outside of his day job, he was a drummer and studio musician. He was set to play with his usual band at a black tie fundraiser in Dallas (it was something big, Muscular Dystrophy maybe, can't remember, it was almost 20 years ago). The bass player was a pilot and they were flying down in his small plane to pick me up and then we were going to fly to Dallas. He called before dawn from the airport they were leaving from and told me that it was going to take longer than they expected because there was bad weather they were going to have to go around. Fine. I've got an overnight bag packed, my gown hanging up, my dog is at a friend's house, I'm ready to go. A couple of hours pass and I get another call, and this time it's an airport somewhere along the way. They had oil pressure trouble and had landed at an airport and the ground mechanic was going to see about fixing it. A couple of hours pass and I don't hear anything, and I'm starting to get concerned because the timing is going to be a bit tight on making the fundraiser. And now he's not answering his cell phone. So I debate getting dressed and putting on makeup and doing my hair, because it's going to be a mad dash to make the fundraiser. But I didn't. I try his cell phone off and on over the next couple of hours, but all I get is voice mail. Around the time night fell I was thinking that they had taken off again and crashed, and it would be days before the bodies were found. Gotta love a good imagination. Finally close to midnight he called, and he was mad as hell. Apparently, the pilot had gotten into an argument with the mechanic over the cost of the repairs to the plane, and they had gotten into a fistfight, and the sheriff came and arrested everybody for assault. When they finally were able to convince a judge to just let them pay a fine and got out, they flew back home because it was too late for the fundraiser. I, of course, was more than skeptical of this whole story, but the next day he faxed me the repair bill from the airport (with the correct date on it), and the court documents (dated and all). Still, it was the beginning of the end. It may sound selfish, but I thought he should have called me at some point to let me know what was going on. I was positive they were lying in pieces somewhere. His cell phone had died, and he said they just wanted to get out of that airport, so he didn't look for a phone and they just left, and then when they got to their home airport, he just wanted to get home, so once again he didn't look for a phone... it wasn't the end, but it was the beginning of the end. Cali
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AKA "The Undisputed Goddess of Sarcasm", "Big Bad Cali" and "Yum Bum". Advisor to the Subbie Mafia, founding member of the W.A.C. and the Judgmental Bitches Brigade, member of the Clan of the Scarlet O'Hair-a's and Team Troll
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