Crazy Button Girl
I think I can post this story here, because there's practically no chance that Crazy Button Girl would be on my LJ friends list.
Anyway, the "crazy button girl" incident happened on Sunday before the 4pm Ken Spivey panel/concert and April, John and I still giggling about it.
We were waiting for the panel on Sunday and we were pretty far back in the line. We knew there was a good possibility that we wouldn’t get in because we were told the room was relatively small. But even so, we stood in line, chatting amongst ourselves. We also had a few interesting conversations with some of the costumed people around us.
At one point, John, April and I were standing in a little huddled group of 3 when a new stranger popped up out of nowhere. We had become familiar with the people around us in line, so we seriously had NO idea where she had come from, she just seemed to ‘materialize’ in our little group of 3. (Which had suddenly become a group of 4.)
In the middle of our conversation she interjected, in a low, conspiratorial, type voice:
CBG: I notice that you all have buttons...
(April, John and I looked at each other. We each had several buttons pinned to the lariats that held our badges.)
Me: Oh!! Yes, we’ve collected quite a few! (I pointed to one of my buttons.) This one is a “S.P.E.W.” badge that someone hand-made and gave to me (I’m kinda proud of it) ... and these are ‘blood donor’ heart pins. I have 5 now; it’s kinda turning into a Zelda “Life meter” type of thing. (Pointing to a new button) and this one is...
CBG: (Jumping in, and still using her conspiratorial voice) No, no, no. I was talking about the blue Ken Spivey button.
April: Oh yeah! We met him on Thursday night and he gave us these...
CBG: (interrupts) So... you must know him pretty well then?
April & Myself:(Slightly confused) Well... um... no. Not really. No.
John: But he seems like a really nice…
CBG: (interrupts) He gave me this button!! (CBG held up her button and pointed to it earnestly.)
(At this point, our little group of 3 began to sense that something is slightly amiss with CBG.)
Us: Ahhh. Yes... Well, that’s nice.
Me: Seems like he gave you a pretty good one too. *cough* (Internally I was laughing at my attempt at awkward humor because I knew that all the buttons were exactly the same.)
CBG: And he gave you buttons too!!
Me: Oh look at that. (I looked down at my blue button) He sure did. (I took a very small and hopefully un- noticeable step away from CBG.)
Me: (Continuing) I think he gave us one last year too when we were standing in line somewhere…
CBG: (Interrupts) HE bought ME a glass of wine!!
Us: (After a brief moment of bewildered silence we managed to stammer) Oh... He did? Well... that was… very nice...
CBG: (interrupting again) But listen. I have a question. If you have a button, it means that you automatically get into this panel right? I think that’s what he told me. I have a button. You have buttons, so we’re all going to get in right? No matter what?
John: Ummm… Unfortunately I don’t think that’s how it works.
CBG: So we won’t get in?!? But… I have a button!
April: Well... you might get in, if the room doesn’t fill up first. (She Motioned to the people around us) But this is a pretty long line.
Me: Yeah, but I don’t think the buttons have anything to do with it. He was just promoting his panel with the buttons. He seemed to be giving away a LOT of them.
(I said last part this very gently because I didn’t want to burst her bubble with the bad news that she hadn’t, in fact, become part of a super- secret “Ken Spivey blue-button, fan-club society”.)
CBG: (She narrowed her eyes) Are you SURE about that?
(April, John, and I looked at each other for the comfort of mutual confusion.)
Us: Yeah,... we’re pretty sure.
CBG: But he gave me this button and told me to wear it to the panel! I assumed that meant that it would get me in, like a pass or something! (She said it like Ken had given her a secret ‘lovers’ signal that she was supposed to show to him at the panel or something.)
Us: Umm…. No.
April: If you look, there are lots of other people in line with buttons too. (We point to a few others with buttons ahead of us in line.) It’s possible they won’t get in either. We won’t know till we get closer to the room.
CBG: Umm... Oh. Okay. You’re sure?
Us: (Nodding sagely) Yes.
CBG: (Sadly) Ok.
At this point, CBG sadly wandered off, we assume, to get back to her place in line. She seemed to be about 30 people behind us. (I might have made a “coo-coo!” swirl motion with my hand after she had walked away.)
But about 25 minutes later, the line had moved, we had forgotten about CBG, and we were about 15 people away from the door when someone came out an announced that the room was closed. There was an audible “Awwww!!” from the people who were still in line. Then lady who made the announcement added that the line would have to disperse because the Fire Marshall wouldn’t let us hang out by the door.
As April, John and I stepped out of line and began to leave, we heard a feminine voice from somewhere behind us yell “BUT WHAT ABOUT THOSE OF US WHO HAVE BUTTONS!??!? “
Anyway, the "crazy button girl" incident happened on Sunday before the 4pm Ken Spivey panel/concert and April, John and I still giggling about it.
We were waiting for the panel on Sunday and we were pretty far back in the line. We knew there was a good possibility that we wouldn’t get in because we were told the room was relatively small. But even so, we stood in line, chatting amongst ourselves. We also had a few interesting conversations with some of the costumed people around us.
At one point, John, April and I were standing in a little huddled group of 3 when a new stranger popped up out of nowhere. We had become familiar with the people around us in line, so we seriously had NO idea where she had come from, she just seemed to ‘materialize’ in our little group of 3. (Which had suddenly become a group of 4.)
In the middle of our conversation she interjected, in a low, conspiratorial, type voice:
CBG: I notice that you all have buttons...
(April, John and I looked at each other. We each had several buttons pinned to the lariats that held our badges.)
Me: Oh!! Yes, we’ve collected quite a few! (I pointed to one of my buttons.) This one is a “S.P.E.W.” badge that someone hand-made and gave to me (I’m kinda proud of it) ... and these are ‘blood donor’ heart pins. I have 5 now; it’s kinda turning into a Zelda “Life meter” type of thing. (Pointing to a new button) and this one is...
CBG: (Jumping in, and still using her conspiratorial voice) No, no, no. I was talking about the blue Ken Spivey button.
April: Oh yeah! We met him on Thursday night and he gave us these...
CBG: (interrupts) So... you must know him pretty well then?
April & Myself:(Slightly confused) Well... um... no. Not really. No.
John: But he seems like a really nice…
CBG: (interrupts) He gave me this button!! (CBG held up her button and pointed to it earnestly.)
(At this point, our little group of 3 began to sense that something is slightly amiss with CBG.)
Us: Ahhh. Yes... Well, that’s nice.
Me: Seems like he gave you a pretty good one too. *cough* (Internally I was laughing at my attempt at awkward humor because I knew that all the buttons were exactly the same.)
CBG: And he gave you buttons too!!
Me: Oh look at that. (I looked down at my blue button) He sure did. (I took a very small and hopefully un- noticeable step away from CBG.)
Me: (Continuing) I think he gave us one last year too when we were standing in line somewhere…
CBG: (Interrupts) HE bought ME a glass of wine!!
Us: (After a brief moment of bewildered silence we managed to stammer) Oh... He did? Well... that was… very nice...
CBG: (interrupting again) But listen. I have a question. If you have a button, it means that you automatically get into this panel right? I think that’s what he told me. I have a button. You have buttons, so we’re all going to get in right? No matter what?
John: Ummm… Unfortunately I don’t think that’s how it works.
CBG: So we won’t get in?!? But… I have a button!
April: Well... you might get in, if the room doesn’t fill up first. (She Motioned to the people around us) But this is a pretty long line.
Me: Yeah, but I don’t think the buttons have anything to do with it. He was just promoting his panel with the buttons. He seemed to be giving away a LOT of them.
(I said last part this very gently because I didn’t want to burst her bubble with the bad news that she hadn’t, in fact, become part of a super- secret “Ken Spivey blue-button, fan-club society”.)
CBG: (She narrowed her eyes) Are you SURE about that?
(April, John, and I looked at each other for the comfort of mutual confusion.)
Us: Yeah,... we’re pretty sure.
CBG: But he gave me this button and told me to wear it to the panel! I assumed that meant that it would get me in, like a pass or something! (She said it like Ken had given her a secret ‘lovers’ signal that she was supposed to show to him at the panel or something.)
Us: Umm…. No.
April: If you look, there are lots of other people in line with buttons too. (We point to a few others with buttons ahead of us in line.) It’s possible they won’t get in either. We won’t know till we get closer to the room.
CBG: Umm... Oh. Okay. You’re sure?
Us: (Nodding sagely) Yes.
CBG: (Sadly) Ok.
At this point, CBG sadly wandered off, we assume, to get back to her place in line. She seemed to be about 30 people behind us. (I might have made a “coo-coo!” swirl motion with my hand after she had walked away.)
But about 25 minutes later, the line had moved, we had forgotten about CBG, and we were about 15 people away from the door when someone came out an announced that the room was closed. There was an audible “Awwww!!” from the people who were still in line. Then lady who made the announcement added that the line would have to disperse because the Fire Marshall wouldn’t let us hang out by the door.
As April, John and I stepped out of line and began to leave, we heard a feminine voice from somewhere behind us yell “BUT WHAT ABOUT THOSE OF US WHO HAVE BUTTONS!??!? “