I’m beginning to understand that it’s foolish to tell your friends anything you don’t want to be teased about later. The fellow I went to the museum with on Halloween now has two different nicknames, courtesy of my friends, and neither one of them is terribly flattering. Although they’re both pretty humorous, and I need an easy way to refer to him for the purposes of this entry.
So last night, I picked up the MSG (that’s a “metrosexual” reference, not a monosodium glutamate one) from work and we ran a quick errand, then headed to A Clean, Well-Lighted Place for Books for the in-house performance and book-signing by They Might Be Giants. They are on tour, promoting their children’s book, called Bed Bed Bed. While on the way, Jason called to make sure that (a) I knew about the show and (b) I was on my damned way. It took me about a year to park, of course, but David called and chatted with the MSG while I circled many city blocks. We were only a little late, but the place was packed. I saw David as soon as we entered and gave him a great big hug; I’m so glad he’s back from Germany because I missed him immensely.
With David and the MSG formally introduced, we settled in to watch Them play. I am fairly awful with remembering setlists or remembering to write them down, even, so I know I’ve forgotten something and it’s not in perfect order and good god people don’t hold me to some impossible standard while I’m vibrating with happiness:
The MSG and I had planned on grabbing dinner afterwards, so we invited David to join us and he said sure. But before we were excused to tend to our whining stomachs, there were books to be signed! They had sold out of Their book already, so as the three of us stood in the absurdly long line, we looked for something else for me to buy to have signed. (I was perfectly happy having Them to sign my boobs, but that would have to be in truly indelible ink, and plus, there were a lot of kids there.) It was a miracle I found Jason in all that hoopla, but I did, and he came to stand with us in line and chat. I ended up finding a really strange book that I wanted Them to sign called This Book Will Change Your Life. It was very quirky and had funny illustrations and nice fonts, plus it had a page 223 that cracked me up. There are grid boxes on it and it says “Today Feel the Passage of Time: Tick every precious minute as it goes by and appreciate the true measure of time.” It reminded me of the song “Older” and so that was that.
The line … it was so long. But we were all patient bunnies and o, how we were rewarded for that! While we were in line, I got to meet Jason’s friend Casey and the MSG’s co-worker Chris. I saw FunkyPlaid’s friend Bryan there, but since the last time I saw him out somewhere and ran up and said hi, he had No Idea Who I Was, so I thought it might not be prudent to yell out his name across a crowded bookstore. I did not, regrettably, see anna or any of the LiveJournal TMBG fans, or maybe I did and I’m just horrible at recognizing people. I did see a gorgeous red accordion make its way to the Johns to be signed, and I hoped so hard it was anna’s.
When it was finally, FINALLY our turn, after we were all so terribly hungry and dehydrated and yet cheerful, I got my single, wonderful moment of Giantness:
Flans asked me TWICE if I was going to buy the book he was signing – on page 224, I might add, which was “Today Cut In Line”, oddly apropos – and I could only say, “Yes, of course!” Linnell flipped through the book, quite entertained, before signing on page 223. I couldn’t do much more than just grin like a maniac and stand there, but I think They are used to that by now.
After I bought my book, the three of us left and drove to Chai Yo for Thai food with Jason and Casey. I was in Hyper ‘Sted mode, of course, and was goofy and bouncy and chatty and generally insane. Everything we ordered was really nummy and the conversation was light and fun. I especially enjoyed getting to meet Casey, who is bright and funny and really charming. Brina called David in the middle of dinner, and I hogged the phone for a while before passing her off to the MSG. I wish she could have been there with us; I missed my Bee! But she was busy making us all ceramic vulvas for Christmas, so I suppose it’s for the best. Er. I think.
All in all, it was a spectacular night. I keep hitting the F11 key so that Exposé slides all my windows back and shows me my desktop, adorned with the staggering proof that we do, indeed, rule.