Monday, July 31, 2006

"...I wanna live forever..."

FAME!

Friend Nichelle has a blog posting about brushes with fame, and asks for her reader's stories. I happen to have 2 of them, and lucky you, I'll share them.

Chapter One, In Which A Newbie Proves Us Wrong
Sometime after my senior year in high school, my friends Cheryl, Todd & I learned that "Me and My Girl" was coming to town, starring that Rocky Horror tranny, Tim Curry. There was no question, we HAD to spend some of our Taco Bell earnings to go see him! And we took along -- for reasons that have long since escaped my memory -- one of our co-workers, a younger kid whose name also escapes me. We'll call him Ed, since that's easy to type.

Ed had never seen any stage show aside from the ones that the school put on, so we edumacated him on how one really should dress up and act for these things, and we headed down to Denver for The Show. Our balcony seats afforded us a nice view of the whole stage (and the whole audience, as I recall), and the rented binoculars gave us a glimpse as to what Mr. Curry probably looked like in his costume.

After the show, Ed suggested we go meet Mr. Curry backstage. With a patronizing laugh that would indicate we'd been to such performances just dozens of times, we explained that sweetie darling, stars like Mr. Curry don't just simply hang around the stage door waiting for the likes of us. He persisted, and we agreed to indulge his childish fantasy for a few minutes (It was at least fall, since it was more than a bit nippy outside).

We made our way to the stage door to linger with the few other people who had the same idea and very shortly, someone popped his head out of the door and said he was very sorry, but Mr. Curry was in post-show meetings and wouldn't be out for hours, so just run along now, please. We gave Ed the obligatory "See, we told you so" comment, and stood there a moment, debating where we could go grab a cup of cocoa or something. Just then, the door opened again, and there was Tim Curry, still in costume and makeup. "But, but, but....." one of us stammered. To which he elegantly replied (in his lovely English accent) "Well, I couldn't have you just standing out here freezing, could I?" No, now you mention it, you couldn't. Huh.

So, we had him autograph our programs, and stood there dumbstruck. Except for me. I asked him "Do you regret doing 'Rocky Horror'?",which I immediately regretted asking. He looked at me and said "If you never take any risks, you don't have any fun, do you?" Wise words, which I try to keep in mind every so often.


Keep a watch here for Chapter Two: In Which Garth Brooks Astounds Us With His Niceness

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Well, it's new to ME

So, a month or so after the little old lady knocked my glasse sinto the back seat and my life into a bit of a state of disarray. I have a new car.

Not new, per se, but new to me.

A 1993 Subaru Legacy LS. Silver. A little under 150,000 miles. AWD. Sunroof (doesn't always work, but it's there).

Once I finally got the check from the other insurance company, I could do some serious looking. Not much sense in looking, if you can't buy.

I looked and looked and looked, and researched and thought and watched other cars on the road, and decided that a Subaru station wagon *slight shudder* would probably be a pretty logical choice. After all, I have not only my dog, but occasionally a guest dog to tote around, and there have been more than a few occasions where I wished I could get the bass drum into my car. So, it's not a sportscar, it's not a Mini (sigh) , but hey, at least it's not a minivan.

And the CBB was good enough to go with me all the way to Fort Collins (about 2 hours away, for those who might not know), test-drive, cogitate, think, cogitate some more, look at other cars, and finally help me drive the "new" car and the rental home. Boy, if I wasn't consciously aware of it recently, this reminded me what a lucky princess I am. We were all set to go camping that weekend, and instead, he schlepped around Ft. Fun with me, used-car shopping. That must be love.

So, yes, I still have the "TINYCAR" plates, already installed on the Suby. I'm already thinking toward how I might be able to fit in a car payment by the time the smart cars come out in a year-and-a-half. This still isn't a tiny car. But at least it's one that I chose.

And at least it's not a minivan.