What I did for Brown
Which, of course is a shameless rip-off of "What can Brown do for you?" But anyway, I'm exhausted and broken hearted, so this will be short. Broken hearted because Mark and I are done, professionally, and any other way. No details, it just didn't work. Please don't ask.
Enough maudlinity. If my friend T will excuse me for using her concept, this is the story of a gift.
A gift my adopted and wonderful younger sister, Lisa, found for me to give AB when we went to see him. It was a coaster, with a picture of a old manual typewriter on it(for those of you who don't know, Alton writes all his scripts for GE, himself, on a manual typewriter). Also on the coaster was a little saying about the Alchemy of Writing. The minute Lisa showed it to me, I knew that was what I wanted to give him.
We arrived at Calvary Church where the even was held, an hour early, and just sat around talking to other fans. I was nervous as hell, and kept saying to Lisa, 'don't disappear, I may faint."
At six, those of us with meet and greet tickets (only about 35-40 of us!)were ushered into a small conference room where we sat down. Of course, I turned my chair to face the hallway, and a few minutes later, there he was.
Lisa and I got up to get on line to get our stuff signed, and finally it was my turn. He shook my hand, "Hi, I'm Alton", as always, and I told him we'd met last October:
Him: Where
Me: Barnes and Noble
Him Where?
Me: In NYC
Him: Which one?
Me: Union Square
By the third Q&A, we were both grinning, and I felt much more relaxed.
Then I got to thank him for redeeming that day, and he smiled, and said, "Well, I hope I don't RUIN tonight for you!" I told him that was doubtful, then said, 'I have something for you,' and handed him the coaster:
Do I really need to say ANYTHING? He loved it. He lit up like Ralphie at the end of "A Christmas Story", when he gets his BB gun. I was FLOORED. He kept talking about how "Sweet" it was, and BEAMING, and thanking me like 10,000 times, as though I'd give him a million bucks. He said that what it said about writing was 'so true' and I told him that I agreed, and I wrote as well. He thanked me again, we took this picture:
And yes, girls, he's got his arm around me, and I've got MINE AROUND HIM, hence, the idiotic expression on my face.
Lisa talked to him next and then it was someone else's turn, but I did talk to him again, for another 5-7 min, just chatting like we'd known each other forever.
I cannot say enough how wonderfully gracious, geninue, real and GORGEOUS this man is.
Seeing him has made me love him more than ever.
Thank you, Alton!!!!!!!! Maybe I should have called this, "What Brown did for me. " :)
And thanks again, Sis, for risking life, limb, and SANITY to come to get me, and for taking me! oxoxoxox
There is more to the story, but later, all!
SQQQQQQQQQQQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Enough maudlinity. If my friend T will excuse me for using her concept, this is the story of a gift.
A gift my adopted and wonderful younger sister, Lisa, found for me to give AB when we went to see him. It was a coaster, with a picture of a old manual typewriter on it(for those of you who don't know, Alton writes all his scripts for GE, himself, on a manual typewriter). Also on the coaster was a little saying about the Alchemy of Writing. The minute Lisa showed it to me, I knew that was what I wanted to give him.
We arrived at Calvary Church where the even was held, an hour early, and just sat around talking to other fans. I was nervous as hell, and kept saying to Lisa, 'don't disappear, I may faint."
At six, those of us with meet and greet tickets (only about 35-40 of us!)were ushered into a small conference room where we sat down. Of course, I turned my chair to face the hallway, and a few minutes later, there he was.
Lisa and I got up to get on line to get our stuff signed, and finally it was my turn. He shook my hand, "Hi, I'm Alton", as always, and I told him we'd met last October:
Him: Where
Me: Barnes and Noble
Him Where?
Me: In NYC
Him: Which one?
Me: Union Square
By the third Q&A, we were both grinning, and I felt much more relaxed.
Then I got to thank him for redeeming that day, and he smiled, and said, "Well, I hope I don't RUIN tonight for you!" I told him that was doubtful, then said, 'I have something for you,' and handed him the coaster:
Do I really need to say ANYTHING? He loved it. He lit up like Ralphie at the end of "A Christmas Story", when he gets his BB gun. I was FLOORED. He kept talking about how "Sweet" it was, and BEAMING, and thanking me like 10,000 times, as though I'd give him a million bucks. He said that what it said about writing was 'so true' and I told him that I agreed, and I wrote as well. He thanked me again, we took this picture:
And yes, girls, he's got his arm around me, and I've got MINE AROUND HIM, hence, the idiotic expression on my face.
Lisa talked to him next and then it was someone else's turn, but I did talk to him again, for another 5-7 min, just chatting like we'd known each other forever.
I cannot say enough how wonderfully gracious, geninue, real and GORGEOUS this man is.
Seeing him has made me love him more than ever.
Thank you, Alton!!!!!!!! Maybe I should have called this, "What Brown did for me. " :)
And thanks again, Sis, for risking life, limb, and SANITY to come to get me, and for taking me! oxoxoxox
There is more to the story, but later, all!
SQQQQQQQQQQQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE