TMBG
The show was okay. It was pretty much exactly the same format as last year's Variety Playhouse show, only with less energy and some new songs. This time I could actually *see* the Strongbad puppet. Also, I never thought that knowing the lyrics to Fqwgads (sp?) would come in handy.
Since Clara and Bryan arrived hours ahead of Matt and I, we were against the stage, but Linnell side, which I usually avoid. This time I enjoyed it - he seemed to smile at certain things that Clara, Matt, and I did, and it was a very Linnell-centric show, so it seemed appropriate. Linnell kept taking photos of the audience and he got a picture of Clara and I.
After the show, I got a set list from Marty Beller (poor Marty - everyone thought he was a roadie and kept shouting at him to grab them stuff; he literally just walked to the front of the stage and handed me the set list, so I guess that was what set people off). Then I waited for the crowd around Flans to disperse a bit (as I usually do, so that I can say geektastic things without too much of an audience).
Flans: Step up!
Me: Hey, Flans! Could you... uh... sign this? ::holds up Miller High Life belt buckle::
Flans: ...Sure. ::starts to sign::
Me: I have it for very geeky reasons. ::blushes::
Flans: Oh yeah? What's that?
Me: Well, you guys. Your song. Alienation's For The Rich.
Flans: ::chuckles:: Yeah... not good... (I assume he was refering to the beer, not the song)
Me: It's from 1955. I just got back from Argentina, and some people at a beer museum tried to get me to give it to them.
Flans: It's a treasure now! ::proudly hands back Flansified belt buckle::
Me: Could we get a picture? ::guestures to Matt and I::
Flans: Yeah, sure.
Me: You look tired.
Flans: Not tired, just sweaty.
(photo is taken)
Me: Thanks again.
Flans: No problem.
So. Not my best Flans interaction. I completely forgot to mention Austin.
Since Clara and Bryan arrived hours ahead of Matt and I, we were against the stage, but Linnell side, which I usually avoid. This time I enjoyed it - he seemed to smile at certain things that Clara, Matt, and I did, and it was a very Linnell-centric show, so it seemed appropriate. Linnell kept taking photos of the audience and he got a picture of Clara and I.
After the show, I got a set list from Marty Beller (poor Marty - everyone thought he was a roadie and kept shouting at him to grab them stuff; he literally just walked to the front of the stage and handed me the set list, so I guess that was what set people off). Then I waited for the crowd around Flans to disperse a bit (as I usually do, so that I can say geektastic things without too much of an audience).
Flans: Step up!
Me: Hey, Flans! Could you... uh... sign this? ::holds up Miller High Life belt buckle::
Flans: ...Sure. ::starts to sign::
Me: I have it for very geeky reasons. ::blushes::
Flans: Oh yeah? What's that?
Me: Well, you guys. Your song. Alienation's For The Rich.
Flans: ::chuckles:: Yeah... not good... (I assume he was refering to the beer, not the song)
Me: It's from 1955. I just got back from Argentina, and some people at a beer museum tried to get me to give it to them.
Flans: It's a treasure now! ::proudly hands back Flansified belt buckle::
Me: Could we get a picture? ::guestures to Matt and I::
Flans: Yeah, sure.
Me: You look tired.
Flans: Not tired, just sweaty.
(photo is taken)
Me: Thanks again.
Flans: No problem.
So. Not my best Flans interaction. I completely forgot to mention Austin.