THE LUNAR REPORT - "THE CITY TAP ROMANCE" May 23, 2011

It was bound to happen sooner or later.  In fact, I have known for some time it would happen just as it did.  I wasn’t sure of the place it would happen.  And I was never sure when.  But I knew it would unfold like this somewhere one day.

Well it unfolded Friday night.  At the City Tap, a quaint neighborhood bar in downtown Pittsboro, North Carolina.  Just outside and down a set of stairs from the main bar is the small courtyard, set up with tables, a stage and a dance floor.  I was there with a friend, listening to Joe Bell and The Stinging Blades, a local band that my friend knows very well.  I felt perfectly at home and at ease at that place.  The folks who work there and the customers who play there all welcomed me, a stranger, and responded to me in ways that revealed to me that something was afoot that night.  And the amazing music added to my anticipation.  Something good and decent and right would happen there.  I just knew it.  I felt it.

The late evening sun left the dance floor about an hour before our moment arrived.  I was standing in the courtyard near the base of the stairway.  She was dancing so gracefully near the stage.  Her silky blonde hair was flowing with the melody of the music.  Her contagious smile was spreading over the entire dance floor.  I had just moments before noticed the woman who was about to enter my life in a big way.

She is a beautiful woman.  Her name is Patti.  And as fate would have it, Patti grew up on Maple Avenue in Burlington, North Carolina, the street where my grandparents lived for half a century.  She attended Maple Avenue Elementary School, the same school where my mother and her four sisters learned their ABCs.  She graduated High School with my cousin Lonnie at the school named after my Uncle Walter.  She even knows where Burlington Coffin Company used to manufacture coffins – right next door to Nanny and Granddaddy’s house on Maple Avenue.  And she knows Tucker Street Grocery, just around the block from the old homestead.

Things were setting up perfectly last Friday night.  And the meeting was spontaneous and exciting and seemed so natural and right.  Shortly after I noticed her, our eyes met.  She smiled.  She pointed at me and smiled again.  She then waved, almost begging me to join her on the dance floor.  I hesitated, for just a moment, frantically looking for a place to dispose of my half-smoked Salem, when she suddenly left the dance floor and quickly made her way toward me.  I was so caught up in the moment, I just snuffed the cigarette in a potted plant and walked to meet her halfway.

And there we were.  Face to face.  Just inside the line of tables that separated us from the dance floor.  I extended my hand into hers.  I said, “Hi.  I’m David Moon.”  She held my hand gently, but firmly enough to let me know she was very much interested in me.  

“Well, it’s nice to know you, Dave, but I really need to go see my friend who just got here.”

“Oh,” I thought to myself.  “She must be talking about the guy standing behind me, waving his arms wildly in her direction.”

Patti yanked her hand from mine and bolted up the stairs to hug and welcome Wade, a guy who looks like Lieutenant Dan with legs.  

It’s a good thing Wade has legs.  Without them, he and Patti couldn’t have danced together as well as they did.  All night.

Yeh.  I knew this would happen.  One day.

I was clicking that night. Well, click HERE for “On Demand” on Lunacy.

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Posted by David Moon at 5/23/2011 6:00 AM
Categories: Humor
Tags: being social humor love life dreams City Tap Pittsboro NC Burlington NC romance Joe Bell Joe Bell an
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