The Big Aiyah

ACT I

(I don't know what happened to the first two scenes.)

Okay, so when things are bad, there's no action at all (in reference to Scene I) and when it rains it pours.

Just when I thought Ukulele Man was the possible potential (in reference to Scene II)

Scene III

...in enters The Paddler stage left.

Ironically, it was The Paddler that I was supposed to meet at the Hawaiian Cafe instead of Ukulele Man. My Aunt and Uncle met The Paddler on the plane returning from Hawaii last January. They did their best to set me up with The Paddler but for some reason or another we never connected.

Then...the Friendster thing happened. A few days after being conned into signing up for this new internet craze (that's always busy these days), I get the email "you have a new message from The Paddler." Could it be? Yep it was him. He said he found me through 3 degrees of friends...hmmmm

Scene IV

Then...the Friendster thing happened AGAIN. About a week of active Friendstership, I get the email "you have a new message from our DVC Days." I would have never thought of searching for DVC Days, but he seemed to remember me from 10 years ago! He sent me his phone number which I didn't actually use until this last Saturday.

Over the course of a week, the Ukulele Man has been fading to black slowly moving downstage; stage right. We had dinner Monday night yet the excitement wasn't quite the same. I looked for some spark and couldn't find it. Throughout the rest of the week...contact has been minimal. He's been feeling down all week and not wanting to confide in the Ukulele Princess. Not even fireworks could lure him out to play.

Ukulele Man had suggested to get a logo done for one of Ukulele Princess' projects. As the spotlight focused on The Paddler at center stage, I notice that The Paddler has a CCAC email address. I email The Paddler and low and behold, he is a graphic designer by trade. He suggests we meet at a local bar although neither of us knows what the other looks like. All I know is that he's going to be with his paddling team. He quickly moved to back stage right Thursday night as we conversed at the bar feeling like we had nothing in common at all.

Saturday afternoon sitting in traffic, I'm scrolling through my phone looking for someone to talk to while on the Bay Bridge. My fingers strangely did the walking to the number of DVC Days. DVC Days enters stage left and moves to front left stage as we end up talking later that night from 8:30pm to 12:30am. By Sunday, we had agreed to have dinner and a blockbuster night at my place and he fades everyone else to black as he takes his place at front center stage.

The conversation was easy, his presence was comfortable and most of all he makes me laugh.

I don't know what to think of all this quite yet...I'm just letting the script play out. I just wonder if its like a "choose your own adventure" book that I'd get the right storyline down.

No word from Ukulele Man and The Paddler is paddling back home for a while. DVC Days is planning to cook Ukulele Princess a big dinner tomorrow night.

The curtain closes as the stage light fades to black as the Ukulele Princess is left sitting under the midnight sky filled with bright shining stars wondering what the future has in store for her next.

posted by Ukulele Princess @ 2:12 PM