Journey in the Music World"
October 6, 2004
@ The Marmara Manhattan Hotel
Waiting for "A"
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I spend a lot of time waiting. In fact, I believe I have
spent most of my life waiting.
am not talking of waiting for planes, or doctors or dentists.
It is wating for A that I am talking about. Mind you,
he’s a treat when he finally does arrive. Always
smiling, always pleasant (well, almost always), never
grouchy or in a sulk. Still, waiting takes its toll on
me and I am not smiling, I'm not pleasant and I am grouchy.
are times when I am mildly all the above and there are
times when I am absolutely
furious - almost ready to leave the man to whom I have
been happily married for more than forty years.
still have to admire the guy's technique. He has perfected
the art of making me wait to a degree which I never thought
instance, when we are in a mall, I tell him that I am
going to such and such a place and I assume (mistake)
that he is going to be sitting in the coffee shop where
I left him as he does not venture any other information.
I hurry back with my purchases and he is nowhere to be
seen. His answer when he finally appears is a classic.
"I thought you would have guessed."
I married him, I thought that husbands called
their wives to say that they would
be late, but my darling calls me to say that
he is coming. And this goes on for a few hours
with thirty minute intervals.
the invention of the mobile phone, these calls
have become traffic reports.
I have been wondering whether he is coming home for dinner,
I get the call. "I'm in the cab." "Oh,
yeah." "I'm at the corner of 54th. You won't
believe the traffic." "Oh, really?" Two
minutes later, he calls again while I am hurriedly trying
to put something together for dinner. "We're on Eighth
now." That's not too bad as we live on Central Park
West. "Should we take Broadway?" How do I know?
"Ask the driver."
hangs up. I put two martini glasses in the freezer. Am
I too hasty? Another call.
"I am at 66th and Central Park West." I breathe
a sigh of relief. "Great. Please, don't call again."
ploy which can drive me crazy and I am close to lunacy
anyway is when he says, "Darling, another of those
nights. We have to work late." "Okay."
"You know, technical failure." Oh, did I mention
that he is a record producer? "Yes. Glad you called
seven o'clock I take a leisurely bath, put a lot of cream
on my face and slip into bed, my hair in curlers. Just
as I am ready to fall asleep and my book is gliding out
of my hands, the phone rings.
we managed to finish early. I know you did not prepare
any dinner. How
would you like to go out?"
take one look at the mirror and after a moment of silent
revolt, say "Yes."
Journey in the Music World" by Arif MARDIN