Now this isn’t a post or even a blog where I talk about celebrities I’ve seen, meet, or am friends with….So then why does this post have an attraction to Chevy?

As we observed him during intermission from our first level booth I joked that although Keith Jarrett (the musician that night) made it very clear no photos or recording of any kind could be had. It seemed as if Chevy looked up to the heavens (or upper balconies) arms down with palms opened up as if he was speaking to all those around him, asking for us to notice him. I joked that we were going to hear an announcement informing us he was there and welcomed photographs.

I guess one could argue Mr. Chase went from 80s-90’s hay day to nonexistence, back to hit TV show.

SIDEBAR: I’ve only seen his new show ‘Community‘ twice. Frankly the guy from The Soup scares me. And I have enough nightmares as is.

So much like Chevy’s and in the same vain Ed O’Neill aren’t we all looking for our “come back” our new hit as it were of the 21st century.  Everyone loves a great comeback story don’t they?!

So in love we fall down sometimes. We get mud in our faces and we hurt. We sometimes feel unrecognizable to others and especially other potential mates. We go from love and happiness to shame, hurt, regret, and damages. Why would you be deserving of something big if you just messed up one before.

But then again you never know where you might find it. Where that next chance for a come back, that next chance at “love” is hiding.

Like my jokes about Chevy that night, in love we are always looking to be noticed. To be embraced as it were by people, in a sense just to be recognized.

We can either sit and wait for it to happen(which it eventually does), or you can look up, look around and take notice of it all, and make people notice you.

Like Carnegie Hall we all have beautiful details in our world, filled with different people, and if you’re lucky great music! However this world is pretty enclosed when you think about. Your reach isn’t as great as you might want it to be, so we need to take advantage of what we have and see around us.  We to observe.

Take a moment, stand up, and look around.  The possibilities are endless and yet where all confined. Open yourself up to be noticed, to being recognized, and inturn being loved.

There might be a ceiling keeping us in, but when you open your eyes and let people see you, you just might be flying…..and the music is pretty good  up here, and I think Chevy would agree!

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I’m going to be part of an exciting event tomorrow Tuesday Feb 16^th.  Abiola’s Kiss and Tell Live a sexy storytelling and performance series in New York City. Tomorrow night we will honor Deborah Gregory author and creator of The Cheetah Girls. It’s going to be hot hot hot!

The lineup for the evening (in no specific order) Mama Cheetah Deborah Gregory, Twanna Hines the Funky Brown Chick, filmmaker Therese Shechter of Trixie Films, Modern Courtesan Yolanda Shoshana, comic David Lester, Boy Butter creator Eyal Feldman, Lesbian Activist and Writer Renair Amin, Danielle Henderson of Knotty Yarn, singing duo Sabrina and Giorgio, Lost Plum (that’s me!) and Mia “On Top” Martina, erotic podcaster.

Kiss & Tell Live Erotica and Comedy! Fat Tuesday 2/16, free, 7-10pm at Madame X in NYC: http://bit.ly/csczOG

I’m going to read something that has yet to be posted, and may never be posted…so would you miss out!?

See you all there!

Now as KB mentions there are music has this wonderful ability to invoke memories.  Whether they are of life, family, history, and yes relationships.  She composed a list of her “life playlist” not just limited to relationships.  I have those songs too, but more so I have that with artists.  Every time I hear Frank Sinatra I think of car trips with my parents, when my brother who was maybe 5 at the time would sing Sinatra songs non stop for hours in the car (my parents thought it was cute, I at the time thought I had the worst family ever, but as long as he didn’t look out “my” window we were cool) I can’t not think of my best friend “PAL” when I hear John Lennon, or my mother when I hear The Doors, and Men at Work makes me think of Amsterdam.

Yes, There is something very wonderful about listing songs that are the soundtrack to my life, but that list is way to long, and never ending, and honestly I just really wouldn’t know where to start.

So let us stick to things I do well: talk about all the crazy boys that have come in and out of my life. So here is a list of 13 songs that will forever posses the power to make me reminisce about boys, or actually just one boy (well not all one boy but one boy per song, well there are some repeats)

FACT: the ex’s entire cannon of music could make up it’s own post. I may or may not have included one below.

Truly, Madly, Deeply – Savage Garden

(Oh silly silly high school “love”. This was also my prom theme)

Why Can’t I? – Liz Phair

(I fell “in like” hard with an Austrian Tennis Player while traveling through Europe..I know it’s so cliché I can’t deal.  I had never heard this song at the time, but he one day turned to me and said this song made him think of me, and now it makes me think of him)

So What Does It All Mean – Johnny Was

(Oh, I can’t even go there. The first boy who made an effort and pursued me….it has absolutely nothing to do with the Walk To Remember movie ..it’s on the soundtrack)

What I Got – Sublime

(It reminds me of the first time I fell for a boy and told myself I wasn’t, but also the first time I ever felt good about myself in a relationship)

Addicted – Simple Plan

(Don’t even ask)

Punk Rock Princess – Something Corporate

(Didn’t really workout. However, I’m still looking for someone to be my heroin)

Two Coins – Dispatch

(The first boy who ever played the guitar and sing for me.  It was the start of a long long road of musicians after that, but this song just makes me think of good things and good times and university)

Save Tonight – Eagle-Eye Cherry

(The last song a guy ever played and sang for me on the guitar)

Original Prankster – The Offspring

(This song makes me think of the first time I ever really enjoyed being in a relationship, the first time I just let it all go, plus rockin’ like Janet Reno is all I really want to do)

E.I.  – Nelly

(The boy who I just always had the wrong timing with. “Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” )

Murder the Government – NOFX

(I don’t know why, but it always makes me think of my very first ‘fuck buddy’)

As you Sleep – Something Corporate

(Yes, I am repeating bands. This song will always be attached to the last boy I loved. This is one of my all time favorite songs by one of my all time favorite bands)

You Don’t Mean Anything – Simple Plan

(This song is the one that broke my heart, and it still does)

Read some press here, or even here.

Read about the amazing 24 hour play company, or even better the great organization that we are raising money for tonight; Urban Arts Partnership.

Now with out going into super detail about the process I’ll tell you a quick thing. Each actor comes into the process with a prop, a costume, and then tells everyone about a few talents they have, and something they have always wanted to do on stage.

So in the spirit of me not really sleeping tonight (having to be back at the theatre in 3 hours) here is a short list of my “talents”:

- I am amazing at the pogo-ball! My all time record was 2 hours and 43 minutes (I was 9 but still)

- I can tie a knot in a cherry steam with my tongue quickly. In fact I’ll do you one better I can tie a knot at both ends, and depending on the steam one in the middle.

- I can push my nose pretty much right against my face. I mean flat ass against my face. Pushed out, stretched out FLAT. It creeps people the fuck out.

- I remember step numbers in my head for some unknown reason. If I’ve walked up and down them I can pretty much tell you exactly how many steps there are (sometimes give or take 2)

- I am an expect wall painter.

- I know surprisingly too much about animal health. This includes picking out ailments in how dogs walk down the sidewalk. If your pet is sick I probably have a good idea what is wrong with it.

- I’m actually really good at playing the drums, like I should be in a band good. Ok maybe a girl band but still.

- I am a very good kisser (I have references)

All of us regardless of relationship status have a “love”. It’s that thing we do, that thing we crave, that thing we enjoy, and ultimately that passion we adore.

It could be shoes, video games, swings, Scotland, baseball. It can be anything really.  We all love something! Love doesn’t always have to be a person.  (It also shouldn’t be buildings, people who marry building creep the fuck out of me, that just aint right!)

My first REAL love, and the love I always throw myself back at when times are bad, or good, or in general free. (oh free time, I miss thee) My love is theatre! Oh the the-a-tre! It’s always had my back, it’s taken me on adventures and shaped my mind in ways I can’t explain.

It has let me laugh, and laugh harder, it has introduced me to lovers, and friends, and real friends. It brought me to this city, and it has my heart forever.

But like all relationships, I let my guard down. I get excited, and I crave for something magical to happen. And what really happens is I get slapped in the face! I get ripped a part.

And I walk out of a Broadway theatre at intermission feeling cheated and used.

All relationships can let you down; can make your heart ache. Everything and everyone you love will make you question why at some point.  I guess that is the point of this post. In fact, I don’t really know what the point of this post is. Except that no matter what love hurts.  But we always throw are selves back into. We are always keeping the faith!

So just like in the theatre I keep the faith in love (between two people). I guess we’ll just have to see how that works out.

No Country For Old Men is one of my go to books when I need a great read. It changes me and eats at my brain like a zombie in heat.  (If you also like this book you must read The Road) However, I have yet to see this movie, at first it was cause I love the book so much and although I’m sure the movie will rock my socks off I still worry it just might not…..and then there is Josh Brolin.  He killed Harvey Milk and I just can’t support him any more!

FACT: I also have a thing for Yates, one of his poems derives the name…I could go into more detail but then you would all know how nerdy I really am!

An unnamed Off-Broadway THEATER

TOTAL FOUND =$ 13.74 

(that dollar coin really was exciting to find, to bad I can’t spend it anywhere)

HOURS WORKED =

Now this is harder to figure out. I know of 32 days total I was not at the theater, but let’s round up and say 50 days I didn’t go in. I would say I work an average of 10 hours a day, but lets round that down to 8 (evens out those days I didn’t come in, and those days I didn’t sleep and spent the night, or two) Let’s say 360 days in the year minus the 50 days = 310 days/8hours each 2480 hours (and thats not including the fact I’m attached to my phone/email)

= 2480 hours

SO

$13.74 over 2480 hours

= $.0055 cents an hour! 

Conclusion: I love theater! where else can you make that much money from just bending down to pick it up, and get fired on a sunday.

Being the dumb girly girl I can be, I obviously planned what I was wearing tonight! I mean

A: who doesnt do that and

B: you need to take things into consideration

[and C: So and So would tell mr. so and so if I looked bad in anyway].

I mean its cold out, but it will be hot in there, you can’t check coats, you are crowed cause the space is tiny (so you shouldn’t have a big bag or one at all) and my main concern I AM SHORT.  

(short at concerts = not ideal)
I mean I’m not that short but just under the average height of a woman. That’s all I’m saying! So in dressing this evening I thought I should wear higher healed shoes thus to SEE as best as I could (and I’ll admit it tall shoes make your ass look smaller, we all know this;) ) I know, I know, who wears heel to a concert. But I have to say I have done it many times, and nothing is worng with it. In fact I wear heled shoes more then 80% of the time.

So since well its CBGBs I’m dressed for comfort in my favorite  warn down jeans (I must stress Favorite pair as we come to this later!) a nice white shirt (role model clothing..cause of company involved), a black body suit under my shirt, because the tighter long sleeve shirt is see-through and this also makes me think twice about having to use the bathroom (if you have ever been to CBGBc you know what I’m talking about. Its beyond peeing in a cup territory!) and these nice comfortable black heels, which have an open toe. (now here in lied the problem, but they are the MOST comfy high shoes i own, its like Im wearing nothing. They are great Shoes! GREAT!!

Now before I left the following conversation was had with my self:

me: “Open toe might be a bad idea”
ME: “I know but these are comfy and great looking shoes”
me: “yes, but you have seen the floor there!”
ME: “This is true!”
me: “Oh I know, I’m smart like that!”
ME: “You are always thinking, Plum, so what should I do?”
me: “How about you wear those little socky things”
ME: “Great idea! They will cover my feet, keep them warm and no one will notice in the dark cause they are skin coloured!”
Me: “Right!”

So off I went with my little socky socks! So the night is going fabulously!! Its wonderful and then its ending, everyone is sorta making their way out and about, and still hanging around (Patti Smith has finished playing) and then………..

Out of nowhere this guy steps on my foot! Which I mean was bound to happen at some point and honestly it had already happened. But this man was different! This 40ish year old man wearing a Iggy Pop shirt (it was a great shirt I’ll give him that !) Was wearing these shoes, which for some reason must have had grips and or spikes and or RAZORS at the bottom of them. 

Now this HURT! It really did! The end of my left foot / toe was throbbing in pain. But the biggest problem was I couldn’t see my foot due to all the people, you could hardly bend over. 

(HURT!)
So I took a chance and headed towards the bathroom kind of limping, but trying to play this cool! I get towards the bathroom where there is more light and I hear this come from my lovely friend/date for the evening, in his glorious French Canadian accent : “Fuck, you’re bleeding out, dude!” (bleeding out!? DO I have Ebola!)

I look down and you see black shoe ending and my entire end of my foot is red with blood (due to the socky absorbing the blood) 

My first thought: Im going to die!

As we head into the bathroom the employ at the entrance explains to us there is no sex in the bathrooms and then when I show him my foot he asks, “you’re goin’ clean it in there?” 

My first thought: I’m really going to die!!
What was I thinking! I mean having a homeless man pee on my cut would probably be better then trying to clean it in that bathroom!

I start to hold back tears. As I sit up on the sink, my friend pulls my leg up so my foot can rest on the counter and he can look at it better, as he does so my jeans rip in the crotch!! They were my fav. Jeans! I swear out frustration and a little out of fear that now I’m going to die and have a rip in my jeans (what would my mother say!)

So there I am sitting on the sink with a rip in my jeans not wanting to remove my shoe. As he takes of the shoe and sock my left big toes starts dripping blood like crazy!!!

My first thought: I’m going to die! (I maybe said this vocally)

I grab it as he grabs paper towel out of stack lying on counter (EWWW!) we turn myself around so I place my foot in the sink (ewww) and he turns the water on (ewww)

I burns! It really burns!
My first thought: I’m going to die!

This girl who for some reason was coming in to use the bathroom (who does this) comes sorta up to me, makes some comment on how I really should have an exposed cut in this place, then turns to my friend and starts coming on to him (“oh my god, I know you, arent you…” blah blah blah!)

She then uses the bathroom. I mean dont give me a speech about how I’m getting a disease from my open cut and then place your bare bottom even close (hovering is still nasty here) on those toilets! 

My first thought: If I’m getting a disease its from people like you! You nasty jersey tramp! (her shirt said “Im a REAL jersey tramp!” cause people lie about that shit?) AND… I’m soo going to die!

So my friend calms me down, we clean up most the blood and look at my toe (my left big toe) down at my toe and at the tip, the end as if its clean cut off ( totally razors at the bottom of his shoe) a huge chuck of skin is missing. As if it was shaved off. We try to figure this out as we look at it in-between covering it to soak up blood. Lets not all forget that due to my lovely thin blood Im a bleeder (with an average clot time of 14 minutes!) 

My first thought: Im seriously bleeding, and I’m AB-, Im soo going to die!

We wrap my toe up in paper towel, take the sock of the other foot, and place it on this one to keep towel in place. Put my shoes back on leave the bathroom and walk out the door. He calls the car, and we make our way through the huge crowd, down the street and into the car. 

We head to the emergency room at New York Down Town Hospital (cause the driver said it was the closest) Now I have never been to this one, and [meh], it wasnt to bad!

We fill out some forms, and blah de blah! Then I waited for a doctor/nurse or whatever.

Im thinking: I touched that bathroom and didn’t wash my hands. Where is the hand sanitizer in this hospital? I’m soo going to die!

So they examine my foot and say a bunch of stuff, I dont remember these things, tell me they can’t stitch it up due to the skin being tight in the area and it like a huge chunk just missing. They then are going to send someone in to clean it/ wrap it and what have you. They then ask if they can talk to me alone regarding medical history and the what not. I say that my friend can stay cause what do I care. They basically tell me its best if I answer the questions alone due to privacy issues. He says its cool and wants to make some phone calls and will come back in a few. 

He leaves and BOOM. this nurse jumps in about how it’s ok to tell them if my ‘boyfriend’ cut me. I was like

A: in shock and

B: speechless. 

My first thought was : I could be dieing and all you care about is if he attacked me! And plus, what kind of guy cuts his girl friend on the toe! 

Now abusive relationships are a serious deal, but ladies if you boyfriend is cutting you on the toe, laugh at him and kick him in the face.

So I explain the story just as I had before! She kind of looked at me like I was making it up! (I mean my life is such a performance I dont need to make this shit up!) She then asked a few more questions, and then cleaned and dresses my cut. The doctor (or main doctor) came back in and asked when the last time I had a tetanus shot. I said like 8 years ago and that they are good for 10. He then tells me that, yes they are good for ten, but he would really recommend I get one due to the nature of the “establishment” this happened in. SO I have to get a needle.

My first reaction: I start to cry!

My first thought: I’m going to dye!

They let my friend come back in and this just makes it worse cause I’m trying not to cry in front of him, but at the same time they are coming at me with a needle. Which, I am sorry, but if I hear one more person ever tell me that a needle is just like a mosquito bite I swear I might kill them. They are nothing like mosquito bites, and I’m from northern Canada I should know these things!

So here I am with a bandage the size of a small country on my toe, a sore arm from my needle and an antibiotic (which I probably won’t even take)

But on the up side! I’m staying with my friend in his nice hotel room watching the shows I recorded on the TV in the room. On the free Internet, eating room services desert! 

My final thought: I guess I didn’t die, but I did add my blood to the bathroom museum of CBGBs…Im going down in history one landmark at a time!

FACT: Being short at concerts is never ideal. However, having all your toes is!

(reason #___ why I’m single: my life is just too much drama to handle)