|A Sara Hickman Newsletter for August 23, 2004
hi, super pals!
|AND NOW...#2 in the TOP TWENTY MUSICAL MOMENTS!
Washington, DC...The Barns at
Wolftrap...1998...Touring with Tish Hinojosa, I was
staying with my dear brother, Carlton, and his
fantastic wife, Celeste, while preparing for the show
in D.C. Tish and I were sharing the tour/stage:
telling stories, singing songs, roaming the U.S. and
creating hilarity, hope and poignancy through music.
This was definately a girl tour...although there
wasn't enough shopping going on, and no one was
getting their toes painted...Tish and I were sharing
lots of good conversation and discussions about love,
life and loss.
Looking back, I seem to remember snow, but, perhaps,
I'm just romanticizing the memory. But, let's say
there was snow.
Lots of snow. Snow falling from the heavens, swirling
out of the nighttime sky, tiny white polka dots
twirling past my face and falling onto the tip of my
tongue...cold and fresh. Maybe I was wearing ski boots
(with fake fur) and a parka. Oh. And a long,
multi-striped knit cap with one of those fuzzy yarn
balls at the end. And toe socks.
And a vest with pearl buttons...And a muffler for my
hands. Gray colored, like a ferret rolled up around
(Ok. I was just dressed in jeans, but snow sure sounds
good when it's summertime in Texas and I'm trying to
be creative in a newsletter!)
So...snow...DC...Tish...concert that night...my
brother, Carlton, pops me, Celeste and my boyfriend,
Lance, into the car. Lance had flown up to DC to join
up with us on the tour. (ISN'T THAT ROMANTIC RIGHT
We decide to stop by a mall before the concert. Lance
and Carlton go off to browze a cigar shop. Celeste,
who is one of the best women you could ever want to
know---funny, flexible, adventurous, loyal,
smart--follows me as I zoom towards a jewelry store.
WAIT! you may be asking yourself: Hey. What has this
got to do with a TOP 20 MUSICAL MOMENT!? Hold on,
there, brethren! It's a-comin'...the musical part,
that is...I promise! Haven't I delivered 18 other ones
previous? Don't you trust me by now? Calm
NOW BACK TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED NEWSLETTER MUSICAL
Celeste and I walk into the store. We are on a
mission. We only have 20 minutes before we MUST leave
the mall and we MUST get to Wolftrap for my show.
(Accent on MUST. Be. There. On. Time.)
You see, I needed to buy Lance a ring. I knew he was
the one. I had no doubt. I wanted to ask him THE
QUESTION. But, in order to ask him THE QUESTION, I
needed THE RING.
The lady behind the counter asks, "Can I help you?"
"Yes, " I say, breathless from running three miles of
mall to find
the only jewelry store. "YES! I need a ring!"
"What would you be looking for?" she asks, narrowing
her eyes at me, as if I'm carrying a hammer and might
smash the glass display at any moment. As if I have an
octopus for a head.
"It's right over here," I point. I walk down the
counter to a ring Celeste and I have been cooing over.
Again, I point into the case, and I look up, obviously
excited, into the woman's face. "I want this ring for
my fiance!" It was my first time to say the word...
The woman looks at me as if I am insane.
"M'am," she says with disdain, "That is a woman's
"Oh, yes, I see...Hmm. Well, good, good. However, it's
fine. I'll take it,"
I smile, excited about what is meant to be in only a
few hours time.
"No," she responds. "That ring is not for a man. It is
for a woman,"
"That's ok. I love it. It's the one I want for him..."
Now, I'm starting to feel that there is going to be a
tug of war. She's from the old country.
Women do not call men, let alone give them rings. Not
only does she think I'm a nut to give a man a ring,
but I'm giving him a GIRLY RING! Ee-gads. I sense her
brain swelling over my huge social faux pas. She wants
to flog me. Death is imminent. I will not make my
I'm feeling slightly panicked.
Celeste steps in. She asks if we can just SEE the
ring. The saleswoman gives us the evil eye, but takes
it out of the case, placing the black velvet draping
atop the counter, the ring situated, delicately, smack
dab in the middle. It is a white gold with a single
diamond embedded precisely in the center. An elegant,
simple ring for my handsome husband-to-be.
I ask if I can hold it. The woman's eyes are buggy.
She takes a deep breath and actually says, "If you
must..." (Didn't people used to WANT to sell you
something? Weren't they just dripping with glee, happy
to sell SELL SELL?!)
I pick the ring up. I place the ring on my finger. It
is beautiful, and sparkles happily, whispering to me,
"Don't let her dissuade you. You know what you're
doing...Buy me! Take me with you..."
I tell her I'll take it. After Celeste administers CPR
and picks the woman up off the floor, I pay for the
ring, and ask for a box.
She shoves a box, with contents, towards me, and we
fly out the door.
We meet up with the boys, cram into the car, and rush
towards my show...
TO BE CONTINUED!!! Stay tuned, kitty cats, for more
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