Barry Update: Part One of...?
So, stupid ass me, I stayed up all night talking to Kate.
So...6 o'clock AM rolls around and Rosemary and I head out to brave the...you know...world...and it's pouring rain and windy, but we're hardcore.
Only English weathers' core is much harder. Rosemary's umbrella is so busted to death that...for a while, when we were standing in line, I was seriously thinking about cutting and running but Rosemary's umbrella kept flipping out on her so...I stayed.
Anyway. We go to catch a bus.
Buses don't run that early on a Sunday.
We walk to the tube station (POURING rain, not like it mattered because I needed to shower after talking to Kate all night so my hair was already wet) our umbrellas flipping backward every three steps, misery. We go down the steps into the station itself and...um...the gates are closed.
Tubes don't run that early on a Sunday.
So we took a cab. Which was nice, because we got out of the rain for a while. We get out in front of the store and...there's nobody around. A woman came up behind us almost immediately, "Are you here to see Barry?" we said we were and she said she was, too, and was absolutely appalled that there was no one else there. A few women said their friends were at the wrong store, but then after a few minutes (and a decent sized group had amassed, yours truly at the head) another couple of ladies came up and (yeah, Rose and I were BY FAR the youngest) said that the line was actually around back. There were about 200 other people there, and the guy in charge gave us raffle tickets and we got in line.
For three hours.
In the cold.
In the rain.
...did I mention the rain?
Yeah. Rain.
So three hours go by and HOLY THANK YOU 9 o'clock comes, the time that they told us they would exchange our tickets for wristbands and then we were free for a few hours.
...9:15...we're still standing there.
9:20...starting to lose my resolve...I've got two papers due tomorrow that I haven't started...and I haven't slept...
9:25...I tell Rosemary 15 more minutes and I was going the hell home.
9:30..."Anybody want a wrist band?"
Um...yes, please!
So I've got my wrist band. Rosemary and I ran to the nearest bus station to GO THE HELL HOME. They told us to be back at around 11, but that they'd be opening up a downstairs room of the store for people to...you know...stand around in until it was time.
So I'm leaving in 15 minutes. As soon as I get back from this I'm going to Starbucks and getting a 5 shot Venti caramel mocha and I don't care who knows it. And then I'm going to sleep. No, really. I'm not going to drink the coffee, I'm going to go to sleep for a few hours and then I'll nuke it. I need to sleep. Soon.
I'm not wearing any jeans. Mine are so wet from the rain that I'm putting on a different pair before I leave. I'm so cold I've got my blanket over me and my coat on top of that.
I really just want to sleep, this wristband really means a lot to me right now. Like, enough to not follow through.
A woman behind us was telling stories about how she used to try to be a groupie for him but he always told her he was too tired. Cracked me up.
You wouldn't believe the rain. It was like...it was like...really, I was about to start building an arc. It was horrific. I'm so cold I don't think I'll ever warm up.
If I live through this next week...if I live through...if I make it through Wednesday of this week I'll...I'll...I'll do something wild and crazy. Like sleep.
So. Cold.
So rainy. I was going to start measuring cubits, man. Many cubits.
I have on the same panties I had on for Kevin Spacey day. I think this will be my Celebrity panties, or my autograph panties or my lucky panties or something...actually, that was the last time I wore them, too...
I have to leave in 6 minutes. I don't want to get up.
I just took a picture of my wrist band. It's sexy.
Okay. Next time you hear from me I will have...met...the man.
Oh, Barry. You came and you gave without taking because you write the songs that make the whole world sing at the Copacabana. I made it through the rain to see you and...now I'm just really fucking tired and cold and hungry because stupid McDonald's is out of cream cheese. HOW CAN A PLACE WHERE BAGELS ARE SOLD RUN OUT OF CREAM CHEESE? You see no shortage of bagels.
3 minutes. Super power nap? No, that's just cruel. I'm slowing turning into that chick from the sociology experiment who started staying up for 48 hours but then sleeping for 24 or something.
Going!
So...6 o'clock AM rolls around and Rosemary and I head out to brave the...you know...world...and it's pouring rain and windy, but we're hardcore.
Only English weathers' core is much harder. Rosemary's umbrella is so busted to death that...for a while, when we were standing in line, I was seriously thinking about cutting and running but Rosemary's umbrella kept flipping out on her so...I stayed.
Anyway. We go to catch a bus.
Buses don't run that early on a Sunday.
We walk to the tube station (POURING rain, not like it mattered because I needed to shower after talking to Kate all night so my hair was already wet) our umbrellas flipping backward every three steps, misery. We go down the steps into the station itself and...um...the gates are closed.
Tubes don't run that early on a Sunday.
So we took a cab. Which was nice, because we got out of the rain for a while. We get out in front of the store and...there's nobody around. A woman came up behind us almost immediately, "Are you here to see Barry?" we said we were and she said she was, too, and was absolutely appalled that there was no one else there. A few women said their friends were at the wrong store, but then after a few minutes (and a decent sized group had amassed, yours truly at the head) another couple of ladies came up and (yeah, Rose and I were BY FAR the youngest) said that the line was actually around back. There were about 200 other people there, and the guy in charge gave us raffle tickets and we got in line.
For three hours.
In the cold.
In the rain.
...did I mention the rain?
Yeah. Rain.
So three hours go by and HOLY THANK YOU 9 o'clock comes, the time that they told us they would exchange our tickets for wristbands and then we were free for a few hours.
...9:15...we're still standing there.
9:20...starting to lose my resolve...I've got two papers due tomorrow that I haven't started...and I haven't slept...
9:25...I tell Rosemary 15 more minutes and I was going the hell home.
9:30..."Anybody want a wrist band?"
Um...yes, please!
So I've got my wrist band. Rosemary and I ran to the nearest bus station to GO THE HELL HOME. They told us to be back at around 11, but that they'd be opening up a downstairs room of the store for people to...you know...stand around in until it was time.
So I'm leaving in 15 minutes. As soon as I get back from this I'm going to Starbucks and getting a 5 shot Venti caramel mocha and I don't care who knows it. And then I'm going to sleep. No, really. I'm not going to drink the coffee, I'm going to go to sleep for a few hours and then I'll nuke it. I need to sleep. Soon.
I'm not wearing any jeans. Mine are so wet from the rain that I'm putting on a different pair before I leave. I'm so cold I've got my blanket over me and my coat on top of that.
I really just want to sleep, this wristband really means a lot to me right now. Like, enough to not follow through.
A woman behind us was telling stories about how she used to try to be a groupie for him but he always told her he was too tired. Cracked me up.
You wouldn't believe the rain. It was like...it was like...really, I was about to start building an arc. It was horrific. I'm so cold I don't think I'll ever warm up.
If I live through this next week...if I live through...if I make it through Wednesday of this week I'll...I'll...I'll do something wild and crazy. Like sleep.
So. Cold.
So rainy. I was going to start measuring cubits, man. Many cubits.
I have on the same panties I had on for Kevin Spacey day. I think this will be my Celebrity panties, or my autograph panties or my lucky panties or something...actually, that was the last time I wore them, too...
I have to leave in 6 minutes. I don't want to get up.
I just took a picture of my wrist band. It's sexy.
Okay. Next time you hear from me I will have...met...the man.
Oh, Barry. You came and you gave without taking because you write the songs that make the whole world sing at the Copacabana. I made it through the rain to see you and...now I'm just really fucking tired and cold and hungry because stupid McDonald's is out of cream cheese. HOW CAN A PLACE WHERE BAGELS ARE SOLD RUN OUT OF CREAM CHEESE? You see no shortage of bagels.
3 minutes. Super power nap? No, that's just cruel. I'm slowing turning into that chick from the sociology experiment who started staying up for 48 hours but then sleeping for 24 or something.
Going!