One of the last times I saw Polly was my show at Genghis Cohen in Los Angeles on April 11th, 2008. I was playing with a band that came down from Portland, OR to play two shows. One at Genghis Cohen, the other at Molly Malones. This was an important couple of dates for Polly as she assured me she would be at both shows. She even cleaned up her tiny apartment and made arrangements for herself to sleep somewhere else so that part of the band could spend the night at her place.
It was about show time (I had driven in a van many hours to get to LA and I was exhausted) Polly was on my mind as I was expecting her to sit in the front row and cheer and yelp like she did maybe even saying "play Fine" her favorite song of mine or shouting a Woo-hoo and I would say back "thanks Dad" to the audience for a chuckle.
As I hit the stage and started playing the show I realized I hadn't seen Polly yet. My nerves and excitement for the show got me through and after my last song I packed my guitar and gear up.
As the band made their way in to the lobby/bar area to say hi to people afterwards, the front door comes flailing open. It's Polly- standing there with windblown hair, red-cheeks and she looks me straight in the face and says "I'm sorry I was at the Dodgers game and I couldn't remember where I parked my car. I spent almost an hour looking for it knowing the whole time I was missing more minutes of your show." We stared at each other for a second and then she said very excitedly "so, what are we drinking?" A hug later and no more apologies were ever brought up. We ended up going to a party in Santa Monica that night and spending most of the night catching up. I even played an impromptu concert for her.
I love telling this story because it is so Polly. Don't get stuck on the negatives or the what-ifs but just live for today and for the now.