So where were you Wednesday/Thursday at 2:00 am?
Because I was somewhere I am probably too old to be...out on the main club strip in our beautiful city, waiting outside of a tour bus so I could talk with my favorite singer.
Yes, you know the one....plus I kinda gave it away in the post title, no?
Damian Kulash of OKGo.
I think that was my 9th time to see them. And I have met/talked with him after every show except one (the first one, where I was too smitten and dorky to form a complete sentence). As I posed for the picture with him I said "I have to get my yearly pic with you...but each one I just look older and cragglier and you just look the same, but with different hair." He laughed and said he was getting older and cragglier too, but really? I don't think so.
The show was great. They're great. He's great. And yes, Mr. LC knows about the crush. He took the picture and also brought along a nifty little gadget known as a Pico Paso (crazy little electronica noise making musical thingamagig) to show Damian. So he's ok with said crush. We ended up giving the Pico Paso to him (that's what he's holding in the photo). Like a true musical nerd/genius he was more thrilled with that little gadget than the praise we were giving him for his performance.
Am I a fangirl? Absolutely. I claim it. I own it. I don't deny it. Maybe it keeps me young (er)?
BUT, all that being said I felt old. Old old old standing around by a tour bus amongst a bunch of teeny-agers, some of whom were with their parents. Gah. If I had been fertile and started youngish, I could have been their Mom. Gulp.
And I felt especially old yesterday morning when my alarm went off at 5:45 am after only 3.5 hours of sleep. And when I had a full day of patients--who seemed particularly challenging and not because of lack of sleep (I promise, I kept on my game).
But sleep deprivation--isn't that what all of us IFers crave? Interrupted, non-solid, no good REM sleep?
So I'm just going to chalk this up to practice. Training....for what is surely to come, some way, some how, no?
I'll leave you with the pic. And let it be said that HE was hugging ME that tightly...I did not in any way shape or form force myself on him....and really, it was the excitement over the PicoPaso....