In Other News

I saw Jonathan Coulton at the Variety Playhouse on December 13th. It was awesome and nerdy. I like the Variety Playhouse especially because this is where I saw my first Bellydance Superstars show. Honestly, I haven't seen a second one since the first one, but still. Good memories. That's the point.

After the show there were two queues in the lobby: one for merch so you can buy stuff and then get it signed by Jonathan Coulton, and then another for people who had things to him to sign and then you could take a picture with him.

My friend Rebecca brought her ukulele and got it signed by him. She then asked if it would be okay if she could kiss him on the cheek. He said of course, because he's a lovely person and is probably used to being propositioned for strange things.

So they froze in time while I snapped a picture.

Next in line, I didn't have anything for him to sign. If I had the cash, I would have definitely gone through the merch line and purchased something, like a CD.

Alas I had nothing.

I tried to think of my excuse--why did I even need one? Everyone else was in line maybe for just a picture or a handshake. I suddenly felt the need to explain why I was even standing in line.

Holding the camera, my arms suddenly went T-Rex, and they tucked closely to my chest. Kind of mumbling as coherently as I could, avoiding eye contact, I said, "I don't have anything to sign... I just.. I just wanted... uh... YOU!"

And without thinking I grab his waist and give Rebecca the camera.

Like a champ, he laughed it off and posed with me.

I still couldn't look at him after that.

I thanked him and ran outside into the cold.