Back to Life, Back to Reality – Part D2

Waiting for the Night Boat. So, we finally got to Will Call with 4 minutes to spare. And then…it didn’t take me long to figure out that the women from the radio station were both stuck in the same shitty-fucking-suckass traffic we had to slog through.

And the EFFING PARADE!

Well, I started meeting other fans, mostly people I had recognized from the…oh, God, this is embarrassing….let’s just say an online site where they have posted their pictures for the purpose of…show us…because…

OK, IT’S THE DD FAN WEB SITE! I BELONG TO THE FAN CLUB...

How embarrassing...

“Do You Believe in Shame?”

I met Late Bar and Khanada and Bunny Fett and ElfyDuranFan and…

Ya know…if you’re going to embarrass yourself, you might as well go the whole way.

And I’m a pretty social animal, and this is a Meet & Greet, right? So pretty soon, Cathy and I were meeting and greeting like fools. Most of the people were really cool, and we comforted more than a few husbands dragged along for the ride of their wives teen-aged obsession. The only problem we had was with two people I call Angry Girl and Drunk Guy. (I remember a lot of names, but NEVER of the people I hate. She will be Angry Girl and he will be Drunk Guy.) Angry Girl forgot she WON the tickets and started talking about suing the radio station for its employees getting stuck in traffic. Her husband kept taking nips from some well-hidden drunk tank. Cuz tanked he was!

The thing is – we ended up not being late at all…

Finally the Radio Ladies got there, and we got arranged and rearranged and rearranged several times – all wrong. We stood around. And then we stood around some more. As a prank, I called one of the Radio Ladies and talked to her from the line. It was like:

“Hi, this is Stephen Miller, a contest winner.”

“Oh, God, are you late? Where are you!?!?”

“No, I’m not late; I’m in line a few feet behind you.”

“WHAT?!?!?”

“I see you, your back is facing me, and you’re walking away from me to the door.”

She spun around and glared at me…and laughed.

And then the magic moment had arrived. We were led through the maze that was the backstage. Our magical wristbands were our tickets! We got repeated reminded that our magical wristbands were our tickets! I felt like Charley at the Chocolate Factory. These security people checked our wristbands ever 20 steps. It was very funny.

And then we went backstage and waited some more…

Is the anticipation killing you?

More later.

;-)