annie told me to post this even though i'm pretty sure she's the only one that ever reads it....
and so, it's now one day after the evening that just may have redeemed this whole horrible year.... well almost. after waiting out the eight months i committed myself to when i purchased tickets to the lily tomlin performance, the night in question has come and gone. this saddens me somewhat, but oh man! what a show.
her performance was supurb (as i expected). seats so close i could smell her perfume when she entered. thought-provoking hilarity ensued for about two hours. my question for lily was read and answered - amazing! i don't even mind that she poked fun at my faulty grammar. i knew i had written a somewhat schizophrenic question as soon as i dropped it in the question box. i expected a joke if she actually got to it - and she did not disappoint.
anyway, the events proceeding the show is the main focus of this post. adventure extraordinaire! we were told to wait after the show for the off-chance that lily would come out to sign autographs. this didn't happen, so we went back to my car to head home. then, i noticed two people with pamphlets and pens walking with purpose around the theater. i decided to follow them. when we finally caught up with them, they said that they were looking for autographs and led us to a plate glass window to the room where the post-show press conference was to be held. sure enough, lily strolled into the room about ten minutes later. the guy beside us knocked on the window and she noticed us. i'm fairly sure that she was about to motion us to come in, but then the stage manager whispered something to her. she ignored us for the rest of the conference.
it turns out that this guy was incredibly star-crazed and a little bit creepy. he had had an argument with the stage manager earlier and so i guess she was whispering as much to lily. needless to say, we were not invited in.
after the conference, lily walked back into the center of the building and i lost all hope.
we walked back to the car and started for home. to get back on the interstate, you have to go around the theater, and when i drove down the street behind the building i saw a limo with its door open, a chauffeur, a security guard, and a lot of cameras. we were on a one way street so there was no way for me to double back. after a moment's hesitation, i shot down another one way street to look for parking spaces. however, we quickly became lost. finally, with some luck, and a series of right-hand turns, i found the street again. i parked the car in a hospital parking lot and grabbed my book and a pen. i locked annie inside with my keys (even with your understanding, i still feel like a complete bastard btw) and sprinted three blocks to the parked limo.
at the bottom of a stairwell, was lily. i waited at the top with her security guard and chauffeur, heart beating out of control. then the chauffeur told me to "just go on down". and i did. as i walked down the steps, lily completely quit talking to the others and told me to "come on" and motioned with her hand. when i handed her the "The Search..." screenplay she just said "Nice!". She was all worried about signing over the title, but i assured her that she could do no wrong. after about a three minute conversation, i walked back to the car, book in hand and tear in eye. and thus was my night.
if you are still reading this incredibly long-winded account of one of the most magical nights ever, kudos to you. and annie, just so you know, i owe you so much for allowing me to run like hell through the violence infested streets of charleston in the middle of the night. i love you more than i love tomlin... and that's saying alot.
her performance was supurb (as i expected). seats so close i could smell her perfume when she entered. thought-provoking hilarity ensued for about two hours. my question for lily was read and answered - amazing! i don't even mind that she poked fun at my faulty grammar. i knew i had written a somewhat schizophrenic question as soon as i dropped it in the question box. i expected a joke if she actually got to it - and she did not disappoint.
anyway, the events proceeding the show is the main focus of this post. adventure extraordinaire! we were told to wait after the show for the off-chance that lily would come out to sign autographs. this didn't happen, so we went back to my car to head home. then, i noticed two people with pamphlets and pens walking with purpose around the theater. i decided to follow them. when we finally caught up with them, they said that they were looking for autographs and led us to a plate glass window to the room where the post-show press conference was to be held. sure enough, lily strolled into the room about ten minutes later. the guy beside us knocked on the window and she noticed us. i'm fairly sure that she was about to motion us to come in, but then the stage manager whispered something to her. she ignored us for the rest of the conference.
it turns out that this guy was incredibly star-crazed and a little bit creepy. he had had an argument with the stage manager earlier and so i guess she was whispering as much to lily. needless to say, we were not invited in.
after the conference, lily walked back into the center of the building and i lost all hope.
we walked back to the car and started for home. to get back on the interstate, you have to go around the theater, and when i drove down the street behind the building i saw a limo with its door open, a chauffeur, a security guard, and a lot of cameras. we were on a one way street so there was no way for me to double back. after a moment's hesitation, i shot down another one way street to look for parking spaces. however, we quickly became lost. finally, with some luck, and a series of right-hand turns, i found the street again. i parked the car in a hospital parking lot and grabbed my book and a pen. i locked annie inside with my keys (even with your understanding, i still feel like a complete bastard btw) and sprinted three blocks to the parked limo.
at the bottom of a stairwell, was lily. i waited at the top with her security guard and chauffeur, heart beating out of control. then the chauffeur told me to "just go on down". and i did. as i walked down the steps, lily completely quit talking to the others and told me to "come on" and motioned with her hand. when i handed her the "The Search..." screenplay she just said "Nice!". She was all worried about signing over the title, but i assured her that she could do no wrong. after about a three minute conversation, i walked back to the car, book in hand and tear in eye. and thus was my night.
if you are still reading this incredibly long-winded account of one of the most magical nights ever, kudos to you. and annie, just so you know, i owe you so much for allowing me to run like hell through the violence infested streets of charleston in the middle of the night. i love you more than i love tomlin... and that's saying alot.