November 18th, 2006

scared

OH SHI--

I went to see Crispin in Chicago on Nov. 17th. I know I'm horribly late writing this up, I'm sorry.

But this time I got proof!



Poor guy was exhausted. The audience there was much larger than what it had been the other two times I saw him. Like 700 people, maybe? Big.

But, okay. So, Friday morning, I got up at around seven-ish in order to be at work by 8:30. I worked till noon, at which point I raced home, threw some stuff together, and started driving for Chicago in my shitty little car (which desperately needed an oil change and a new muffler, sigh). Drove for about six hours, got caught in traffic once I got to the city, totally thought I was going to be late and finally resigned myself to saying "Well, whatever."

But! I found the theatre and was a little startled to see a very long line snaking out of the doors. Turns out it was the will-call ticket line (yeah, that was me as well). So I parked, which involved handing over my incredibly cluttered car and keys to an attendant, ran across the street, and waited in line with mostly hipster twenty- and thirtysomethings. Got my ticket and was promptly met inside the door by talespin (Carmen) and Ophelia--met via the Pendergast board. And Ophelia's daughter was saving some very decent seats. Awesome. So, basically, I was saved from being late by virtue of the theatre starting incredibly late.

Now, I have to say, I think this was the greatest beginning to a slideshow that he's ever had. Collapse )

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So then we did leave (after Carmen took a picture of the sign on which they spelled it CRISPEN), and Carmen drove my car back to Ophelia's where her car was because Ophelia's daughter had taken her car and left earlier. I had to shift things around to make room for people, god my car is such a trash heap. And Ophelia let me sleep at her house for like, oh, four hours or something, which was extremely kind of her. And then I got up, got dressed, was fed a little something and got directions and met her husband (they are all so nice)... AND THEN HAD TO DRIVE STRAIGHT BACK TO WORK.

And I was about forty minutes late. But they were forgiving, because they knew I was out of town. Also, it was kind of rainy. So, yes. That's about it, I think.

Oh, except for this conversation I heard in the bathroom in a service plaza on my home. Between a guy and his young son at the urinals: "DAD." "Yeah?" "Why do you go there?" "Well, because I'm bigger." "Okay... DAD?" "Yeah?" "Will I get bigger?" "Uh-huh."

It was cute, what can I say.
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