Yay! What a great party!
Thanks to everyone who joined us and thanks for all the wonderful phone calls/emails, too!
I had a great time and everyone else seemed to enjoy themselves as well.
And a BIG thank you to everyone who brought me shwag! Yay for birfday shwag!!
More later, gotta get ready to meet Mickey at the Vortex!
Because I’m about to become psychotic.
I know this is an 8 year, but FUCK. This is not even funny. Here’s the list of what’s happened this year (not necessarily bad things, just CHANGE) and why I may freak out at any moment:
– wrecked the car
– some friends have been in a legal battle that’s ruined their lives
– lost half the con due to being overserved
– Andy got married
– Dean adopted a Chinese baby
– broke up with a friend
– Dave died last week
– Caroline’s preggers (found out yesterday)
– iBook display died last night
– Pumpkin died last night
and the frosting: a few minutes ago, my 40+ year old horse had to be put down.
Any questions?
I think it’s safe to say that I’ll be RIPPED at my birthday party, so expect it. Nick, hon, you’ll have to be Julie the Cruise Director once again. I’ll just apologize now for the jackassery. :-/
In light of all that’s happened in the last couple of months, we, Angela’s heart and mind, must issue the following statement:
There will be no further changes in anything until 2007. Please abstain from the following: births, deaths, marriages, breakups, illness, change of residence, change of heart, insanity, diets, adoptions (human or otherwise), plastic surgery, unnecessary travel, living quarters repainting, new furniture purchases, family drama, friendship drama or any other act that could be construed as “change”.
Thank you for your attention to this matter.
That is all.
The memorial went very well yesterday. We were ready to go by 11am since Zac said that he would have to come by early to make work on time by 1pm. People didn’t actually start showing up until around 12:30, but that was ok because it gave us more time to work on DVDs and such.
We met many new people. Lenny, Dave’s friend and Realtor, was really cool. Then Diane and her hubby showed up. They are really cool and live in the neighborhood to boot. Bob and Anita came along with Witt and Ron in tow. Russ came to represent my circle of friends (the downside of when half your friends living in the same house and they all get a cold!). Another mutual friend of Witt and Dave’s showed up a bit later, her name is Patti and she’s very cool, too. Zac called in to tell me he’d had a sleepless night and he couldn’t make it since he was already late for work, but he’ll come by this week sometime, which is fine with me.
Everyone who really knew Dave was here and it was a very uplifting event – for me anyway. Witt and Bob got wasted, which was expected since they were Dave’s closest friends for the last 10+ years. Bob played music with Dave for 10 years and he was quite torn up by the loss of his guitarist. Everyone seemed pleased about my choice of charities for donations: The American Diabetes Assoc and The Center for the Visually Impaired. Please give to these non-profits if you’d like to do something for a memorial.
Poor Witt still has lots of stress in front of him, sadly. He has to deal with Bougie and the sister descending upon the house today to root through all Dave’s things and start divvying up his stuff. Witt has rounded up his stuff already, which is prudent knowing how Bougie will consider everything in the house hers and accuse him of stealing if he points out something that’s his. It’s really too bad that she is this way.
I’ve completely removed myself from all of that. I have the important stuff: Dave’s music and art. The rest is just stuff and Bougie can do whatever the hell she wants. She will anyway. She has zero regard for anyone’s wishes, so it’s best to just let it all go. I don’t like it and neither does anyone else, but there’s nothing we can do.
I wish Witt luck in dealing with Bougie and I hope he finds a nice place to live when he has to leave the house. That will not happen immediately, the estate must go through probate and all that, but it’ll be a month or two, I’d say. I doubt I’ll ever step foot in there again.
We sent Dori an email to call us (she’s in Korea) and she called last night. She was a very close friend of Dave’s – she even lived with the guys for a while. Nick had to tell her what happened. She said that she dreamed about Dave’s death last Sunday night, so she was sort of ready for the news. She is pretty upset to be half a world away and unable to get the closure the rest of us have. Another girl that was close to Dave, Sandra from MO, also dreamt of him the weekend he died. Weird. Sandy couldn’t stay for our memorial, which is a shame. She only attended the funeral in Macon then her daughter insisted that they return to MO. Dave really wanted us to meet, it’s too bad that we didn’t.
Well, it’s all over now and I’m relieved. I’ll miss Dave for quite a while, I think. But I know that he’s in the Consciousness now and I know when he takes another turn on the Wheel, it’ll be a better ride. I hope I get the pleasure of his company next time around. We loved ya, Dave. See ya around.
I have closed comments on this post and put a separate page up for Dave. You can add your memories and contact other friends of Dave on the static page. Thanks!
Of course the Bougie Snob didn’t put an obit in the ATLANTA paper. It’s in the Macon Telegraph, where no one will see it.
The obit was posted, but is now gone. If you want to read it, it’s behind the cut at the end of this post. It’s really lame and the charities are SO wrong. I can do better:
David Klepsig
Born Feb 13, 1958; died Oct 30, 2006 while sleeping in his bed at home. He was 48 years old.
Before David lost his vision to diabetes, he created beautiful pointillist art in black ink. David always loved to play guitar and write songs. He played acoustic, electric, 12 string as well as a little bass. He collected guitars like women buy shoes. Dave’s lyrics stand just as well as poetry as they do with a tune. Later in his life, David got into the DJ trade. He trained with Evil Z here in Atlanta and he played several raves around town. Using a DJ deck and software that was designed strictly for the sighted, Dave learned to use this equipment and create live trance mixes that totally rocked! His music collection was impressive. Although Dave’s life was not easy due to the ravages of diabetes, he always made the best of his situation and he lived life to the fullest. We will miss him and we will see that his musical legacy lives on. Please make donations to the American Diabetes Association or the Center for the Visually Impaired in Atlanta GA.
There. That should do it. :-)
I have closed comments on this post and put a separate page up for Dave. You can add your memories and contact other friends of Dave on the static page. Thanks!
Text of lame Macon obit behind cut.
