Rage and Love, the story of my life, chapter 4
My college life went kind of like this:
Get up...Cook breakfast...
Go to classes...Cook...
Go to more classes...Cook...
Go home...and do what for dinner? COOK? No. I refused. As much as I loved to cook, I decided I just wasn't going to do that for dinner. I hopped in my car and decided to cruise around the Berkeley-Oakland area, just for grins. I drove about half an hour and then stopped at Rudy's Can't Fail Cafe. I decided that maybe I should eat dinner there. I strode in and sat down. I was immediately greeted by a kind face.
"Doreen," read her name tag.
"What can I get for you, darlin?" she asked kindly. I looked at my menu and smiled.
"What can you recommend?" I asked.
"Well," she said, "our special today is a double decker cheeseburger, and a garden salad. We're famous around here for our cheeseburgers," she said, winking. I smiled.
"I'll have one of those, please."
"Alrighty then, your order will be ready soon! Give me holler if you need anything," she said, taking my menu and strolling away to the kitchen. I liked the service already. Looking around, I noticed it was rather crowded.
"Excuse me miss, is it all right if I sit here? Everywhere else is full," a woman asked me.
"Oh, sure!" I said. My eyes met with someone rather familiar looking.
"Hmm.." I thought.
"Thank you. Jeez, this place gets awful crowded on weekends. One of my friends is a part owner of this place, and sometimes even he can't get a booth here!" she said, taking a menu from Doreen.
"Why hello, Ms. Adrienne! How are you today? Can I get you the usual?" Doreen asked the woman. She glanced at the menu.
"Oh, I'm just fine, Doreen. Just getting away from the kids for a bit. The husband is in charge of dinner tonight..." She smiled. "Actually, I was thinking of going with the special, if ya don't mind."
"Not at all. I'll be back with your orders ladies. It may be a while, we are a tad bit busy." Doreen hurried off, smiling.
I grinned. Was this Adrienne Armstrong? The woman I had always wanted to meet? Maybe...
The woman looked at me and smiled, brushing one of her dreads out of her face.
"Well, my name is Adrienne," she said, holding out her hand. I shook it.
"Mine's Melissa," I said. "Adrienne Armstrong...right?" I asked shyly. She smiled a little.
"Yes," she said.
"Well it's nice to meet you," I said.
"It's nice to meet you too," she replied. "So, I'm guessing you're college age? Do you go somewhere around here?"
"Yes...yes I do. I go to The Academy of Culinary Arts in San Francisco. I decided to come here tonight because I was starting to get just a tad bit sick of cooking, if you know what I mean." Adrienne laughed a little.
"Yes I do, as a matter of fact. One of my friends is a chef, and she shares that feeling, as do I sometimes. Right now my husband is stuck cooking. All he knows how to cook is pancakes! I just needed a break." I tried to imagine Billie Joe Armstrong cooking. Apron and all...I started to laugh. Adrienne gave me a funny look.
"Sorry," I said, still giggling. "It's just that I had a sudden image of Billie Joe, cooking...in a pink frilly apron. It's just a funny thought. Cooking rock stars." Adrienne started to laugh, too.
"That would be pretty funny," she giggled. We didn't talk much about the fact that she was married to a rock star. I kind of steered clear of that subject as much as I could. I could tell that she was grateful. I knew she didn't like being in the spotlight much. We did talk a lot, though. It was kind of funny. We had a lot in common. We stayed and talked, long after we were both done eating, laughing about random things, and just talking.
I glanced at my watch. I had about an hour until I needed to be back on campus.
"I'm sorry, but I have to be back on campus soon, I have a curfew," I said sadly. Adie nodded.
"Yeah, I need to be back to make sure Billie didn't burn our house down, and that they aren't all up playing x-box still. You know how boys are," she said. I giggled a little.
"It was nice meeting you, Melissa. I hope we run into each other again soon!" she said, hugging me.
"Me too," I said, waving. Some how, I had a strange feeling we would.
"WHAT?" Claudia screamed at her husband, who was cowering slightly. "HOW LONG ARE YOU PLANNING TO BE AT THE STUDIO?"
"Uhhm. Until nine, maybe later. Billie says that it-" he was cut off.
"I DON'T CARE WHAT BILLIE SAYS! YOU'RE SPENDING TOO MUCH TIME AT THE STUDIO! WHEN WILL THIS ALBUM BE DONE?"
Tre thought a bit. He knew it was going to take a very long time...They had already spent a year...and then the tapes were stolen. That's when Billie came back to the idea of a Rock Opera.
"I'm not sure, Claudia...But I need to go, soon. Uh, I'll see you tonight..." he said, trying to kiss his wife on the cheek. She rejected it by pushing him away.
"Pathetic," she spat. Tre left the house with a heart full of sadness.
Get up...Cook breakfast...
Go to classes...Cook...
Go to more classes...Cook...
Go home...and do what for dinner? COOK? No. I refused. As much as I loved to cook, I decided I just wasn't going to do that for dinner. I hopped in my car and decided to cruise around the Berkeley-Oakland area, just for grins. I drove about half an hour and then stopped at Rudy's Can't Fail Cafe. I decided that maybe I should eat dinner there. I strode in and sat down. I was immediately greeted by a kind face.
"Doreen," read her name tag.
"What can I get for you, darlin?" she asked kindly. I looked at my menu and smiled.
"What can you recommend?" I asked.
"Well," she said, "our special today is a double decker cheeseburger, and a garden salad. We're famous around here for our cheeseburgers," she said, winking. I smiled.
"I'll have one of those, please."
"Alrighty then, your order will be ready soon! Give me holler if you need anything," she said, taking my menu and strolling away to the kitchen. I liked the service already. Looking around, I noticed it was rather crowded.
"Excuse me miss, is it all right if I sit here? Everywhere else is full," a woman asked me.
"Oh, sure!" I said. My eyes met with someone rather familiar looking.
"Hmm.." I thought.
"Thank you. Jeez, this place gets awful crowded on weekends. One of my friends is a part owner of this place, and sometimes even he can't get a booth here!" she said, taking a menu from Doreen.
"Why hello, Ms. Adrienne! How are you today? Can I get you the usual?" Doreen asked the woman. She glanced at the menu.
"Oh, I'm just fine, Doreen. Just getting away from the kids for a bit. The husband is in charge of dinner tonight..." She smiled. "Actually, I was thinking of going with the special, if ya don't mind."
"Not at all. I'll be back with your orders ladies. It may be a while, we are a tad bit busy." Doreen hurried off, smiling.
I grinned. Was this Adrienne Armstrong? The woman I had always wanted to meet? Maybe...
The woman looked at me and smiled, brushing one of her dreads out of her face.
"Well, my name is Adrienne," she said, holding out her hand. I shook it.
"Mine's Melissa," I said. "Adrienne Armstrong...right?" I asked shyly. She smiled a little.
"Yes," she said.
"Well it's nice to meet you," I said.
"It's nice to meet you too," she replied. "So, I'm guessing you're college age? Do you go somewhere around here?"
"Yes...yes I do. I go to The Academy of Culinary Arts in San Francisco. I decided to come here tonight because I was starting to get just a tad bit sick of cooking, if you know what I mean." Adrienne laughed a little.
"Yes I do, as a matter of fact. One of my friends is a chef, and she shares that feeling, as do I sometimes. Right now my husband is stuck cooking. All he knows how to cook is pancakes! I just needed a break." I tried to imagine Billie Joe Armstrong cooking. Apron and all...I started to laugh. Adrienne gave me a funny look.
"Sorry," I said, still giggling. "It's just that I had a sudden image of Billie Joe, cooking...in a pink frilly apron. It's just a funny thought. Cooking rock stars." Adrienne started to laugh, too.
"That would be pretty funny," she giggled. We didn't talk much about the fact that she was married to a rock star. I kind of steered clear of that subject as much as I could. I could tell that she was grateful. I knew she didn't like being in the spotlight much. We did talk a lot, though. It was kind of funny. We had a lot in common. We stayed and talked, long after we were both done eating, laughing about random things, and just talking.
I glanced at my watch. I had about an hour until I needed to be back on campus.
"I'm sorry, but I have to be back on campus soon, I have a curfew," I said sadly. Adie nodded.
"Yeah, I need to be back to make sure Billie didn't burn our house down, and that they aren't all up playing x-box still. You know how boys are," she said. I giggled a little.
"It was nice meeting you, Melissa. I hope we run into each other again soon!" she said, hugging me.
"Me too," I said, waving. Some how, I had a strange feeling we would.
"WHAT?" Claudia screamed at her husband, who was cowering slightly. "HOW LONG ARE YOU PLANNING TO BE AT THE STUDIO?"
"Uhhm. Until nine, maybe later. Billie says that it-" he was cut off.
"I DON'T CARE WHAT BILLIE SAYS! YOU'RE SPENDING TOO MUCH TIME AT THE STUDIO! WHEN WILL THIS ALBUM BE DONE?"
Tre thought a bit. He knew it was going to take a very long time...They had already spent a year...and then the tapes were stolen. That's when Billie came back to the idea of a Rock Opera.
"I'm not sure, Claudia...But I need to go, soon. Uh, I'll see you tonight..." he said, trying to kiss his wife on the cheek. She rejected it by pushing him away.
"Pathetic," she spat. Tre left the house with a heart full of sadness.
