death of a matinee idol, or the story of how stupid I am.

[evemac]

How many of you would kill me if I had had the chance to meet Rufus Wainwright at stage door tonight, but I didn't? And everyone else who was with me did? And there was hugging and cheek kissing and signatures involved

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so verily late.

[evemac]

Thanks for the hugs. I figure he'll come back to SF soon [he's been here, like four times in the past few months] and I'll be able to tell him my story and he'll be amused and hug me and give me signatures. And stuff. ;)

le sigh

[noshootingstars]

Was it a moment of self-defeatism that took you away from Rufus or was it cruel circumstance?

In other words, should I ask: what did you DO? Or, what happened?!

Re: le sigh

[evemac]

Cruel circumstance.

I will explain in some large post. Though I think I just told you the jist of the story in some other belated comment today.

I need to pee.

Re: le sigh

[noshootingstars]

I feel oddly honored that you are comfortable enough to tell me the current state of your intestines. I'm giggling so hard I might have to pee myself.

Re: le sigh

[evemac]

Pee doesn't come from your intestines.

Hah.

[rustydog]

Aw, man. That's heartbreaking. I'm sorry!

I am very late in replying. As usual.

[evemac]

Oh well. Like I told sarkastic, I'm sure he'll come back to SF soon and I can have more sleep the night before and actually wait at stage door the entire time, then meet him and tell him the story, and he'll hug me to make me feel better.

::crosses fingers::