Recap: I had just found raves.
So, not long after my first rave (and I had been going to every single one every weekend since), around spring of ’95, I was at Confetti’s (which was open every Friday and Saturday nights, but Saturday nights were the raves, so we usually went to the club on Friday, discussed the logistics of the rave the next night, and then would pre-party at Confetti’s on Saturday until the rave started at midnight, which would make a large portion of the people at Confetti’s disappear, but back to the story…), and had met a couple of new people there, named Ben and Andy. They were both cousins, and we were talking, and hanging out, then I left for the rave as I usually did around midnight. Funny thing… I saw them at the rave, which made them even more likable. We began to hang out, and became very good friends, and they introduced me to several more people, namely Josh, and Angie.
We’ll get to them later.
I apologize, but I have to mention something here that I’ve noticed throughout my years. It seems to me, and it may or may not be the same with you, but I’ve noticed that groups of friends always come in threes. And at some point or another, that group has a subgroup of two friends who are really close at the time. I’ve noticed it with many of my friends. For instance, Jose and Angel and I: three. Angel and I were the closer than Jose and I for most of the time, but there were times when I was closer to Jose. Andy, Ben, and I: three, and it swapped between them who I was closer to a couple of times. Then there was Josh, Kieth, and I: three again, and it also swapped between them a couple of times. But the group that I’d like to mention here, I am not saying their names, and you’ll see why in a bit.
The two friends that introduced me to raves, happened to be my closest friends at the time. One friend worked at a Taco Bell, the graveyard shift, and we would hang out at Taco Bell all night some nights, and just sit on the trunk of my car, and munch CinnaTwists, and MexiFries, and chips and salsa all night.
There was one night in particular, where a situation fell on us, and we sorta got into a bit of trouble. At the time, it was very exciting, and of course we didn’t think we’d get caught. But we were young and stupid.
I’m not going to go into details, but I got arrested, and went to jail for what went down that night. And just to squash any thoughts, the crime we committed that night was not a violent crime. It was a crime of convenience.
So… here I am, in big trouble, and I get slapped with 200 hours of community service. For anybody who has served community service, you know… that’s a lot.
I worked a small portion of my community service being a janitor at a place where they do AA meetings, and couldn’t stand it.
So I had been looking for someplace to serve more of my community service, and was discussing it with Angie (whom, you’ll remember, I met earlier that year through Ben and Andy, a couple of my raver friends), and she told me that I could work off community service at the Hansen Planetarium.
Holy crap?!? Really? I could hang out at a place that I love, and get community service credits for it?
Sign me up.
So I worked off my community service hours (or at least a large portion of them) working as a guide at the Hansen Planetarium. Giving people thrill rides on the Gyro, and walking groups around, showing them all the cool stuff they have there.
Stay tuned for the conclusion to “How I met my wife”…
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