Way back in the late '90s --- or maybe it was the early oughts; the details of this story are admittedly hazy -- the Producer made a commitment.
This was not the widely-ignored "quit smoking before we get married" commitment of 1994. Nor was it the "you're going to buy me a horse someday" commitment (but for quick action on my part, I almost had a half-Arab courtesy of some guy in a L.A. bar called "the Casting Couch" back when we ate ramen for dinner every night and walked a lot of places because we had no money for gas).
Under circumstances that are now obscure*, probably because of an alcoholic haze hanging over the event, The Producer agreed to procure a Gram Parsons impersonator, wearing a genuine Nudie Suit, to perform at my 40th birthday.
Because I believe in accountability, and the Presidential election, which falls AFTER my 40th birthday, has already started, it's time to increase the sense of urgency around this issue. This agreement was made MINIMUM eight years ago. My 40th birthday is approximately 17 months away and the Producer is no closer to making this happen than he was when he agreed to it.
*Do any readers out there recall those circumstances?