Just remove my voice box and put me out of my misery, already.
John Taylor was in the office yesterday. In the past, I have been prepared for such visits, so I lay out my clothes neatly the night before, I do something to my hair, I wear actual makeup, I explore quick teeth-whitening regimens, I make a list of three clever things to say in the event I get to speak to him. It's not that I think he's going to look at me and say, "There she is! My PRINCESS!" and sweep me off to Fiji or anything; it's just that, in the same way you don't want to look like crap when you run into the ex who really broke your heart, you don't want to look like a complete dirtbag the day you meet the guy whose picture was Scotch-taped to your bedroom ceiling for the duration of your entire youth. Luckily, I cut out carbs on Sunday so I felt less bloated.
He was here with his wife, Gela, who created the Juicy Couture clothing line, and her son. (Yes, she created her son, but I meant to say that her son accompanied them. Oh, whatever.) I stood back and gawked for a while — I've met him a couple times in the past two years so I didn't feel a need to stalk him completely — but then I was encouraged to, basically, chase after him. I met the family (his wife is AWESOME and I feel completely comfortable that he takes her to Fiji instead of me) and I managed to say some of the dumbest things I've ever said to anybody in my entire life. For example:
ME: So, I saw you guys in Chicago last week.
HIM: Oh, you did? What were you doing in Chicago?
ME: Um, you were playing in Chicago last week ...
HIM: (realizing I flew halfway across the country just to see him play) Ohhhhh.
ME: Yeah. I'm one of those.
(Later)
HIM: So did you see us during the tour last year?
ME: Of course I did.
HIM: What did you think of the Chicago show in comparison to those shows?
ME: Well, you're always great.
HIM: (laughing) You have no critical barometer, do you?
ME: No. No, I don't.
To be honest, the Chicago show was great but not as exhilarating as the shows last year, so it's not like I was going to say that. (Part of it was that I found the crowd to be lame.) I was just tongue-tied and 12 all over again. But, as always, he was lovely and gracious and funny and gorgeous. I, however, achieved a level of dorkdom I hadn't known since I passed Matt Berke a note asking him to be my boyfriend after General Swim at camp in sixth grade. I went home and ate a bowl of pasta.
In other news, I read a great quote by Al Gore today: "Common sense is not as common as it should be." True that.
He was here with his wife, Gela, who created the Juicy Couture clothing line, and her son. (Yes, she created her son, but I meant to say that her son accompanied them. Oh, whatever.) I stood back and gawked for a while — I've met him a couple times in the past two years so I didn't feel a need to stalk him completely — but then I was encouraged to, basically, chase after him. I met the family (his wife is AWESOME and I feel completely comfortable that he takes her to Fiji instead of me) and I managed to say some of the dumbest things I've ever said to anybody in my entire life. For example:
ME: So, I saw you guys in Chicago last week.
HIM: Oh, you did? What were you doing in Chicago?
ME: Um, you were playing in Chicago last week ...
HIM: (realizing I flew halfway across the country just to see him play) Ohhhhh.
ME: Yeah. I'm one of those.
(Later)
HIM: So did you see us during the tour last year?
ME: Of course I did.
HIM: What did you think of the Chicago show in comparison to those shows?
ME: Well, you're always great.
HIM: (laughing) You have no critical barometer, do you?
ME: No. No, I don't.
To be honest, the Chicago show was great but not as exhilarating as the shows last year, so it's not like I was going to say that. (Part of it was that I found the crowd to be lame.) I was just tongue-tied and 12 all over again. But, as always, he was lovely and gracious and funny and gorgeous. I, however, achieved a level of dorkdom I hadn't known since I passed Matt Berke a note asking him to be my boyfriend after General Swim at camp in sixth grade. I went home and ate a bowl of pasta.
In other news, I read a great quote by Al Gore today: "Common sense is not as common as it should be." True that.
Labels: childhood, pop culture, work
posted by Marla at 4:31 PM
3 Comments:
So now Gore is bastardizing Voltaire quotes?
Absolutely, but at least this time he said it in print (Wired magazine) instead of on the Internet that he invented.
(By the way, I had a feeling the quote came from somewhere else, but I couldn't remember who said it and couldn't be bothered to look it up. Lazy.)
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