There is a God!

From the 21361 newsletter that arrived in my inbox only moments ago. For those of you who don't know what 21361 is it's from Henry Rollins a.k.a. the man H sometimes fears I will leave him for.

I get a lot of letters asking if there will be an opportunity to meet me after the show. I am flattered that anyone is interested. The answer is yes, of course. Postshow, I go to the bus and hang out in front of it and meet anyone who is
there, sign stuff, do photos, talk, whatever else.

Ok first thing. AAAHHHHH!!!! SQUEEE!! YES! I will be there! October 1st! I will not punk out like a wuss this time. Many moons ago, many spoken word shows ago I might add, I met Hank. I was but a young college coed who had major stars in her eyes for this Mr. Rollins. My roommate pulled some strings and I got backstage to meet him in the flesh. I was at best speechless. A complete tool with a boyfriend who just wouldn't go away. My dorky speechlessness amused Henry and he threw peanuts at me (which of course I totally let happen) while he conducted interviews across the room. Being pelted with peanuts by Rollins. Is there anything better?

So yes. I am a complete freak. Each time I go to a show I SWEAR I will nut up and meet him again for the sole purpose of getting another autograph or something equally nerdy. Each time I wuss out and slink to my car. THIS TIME I'm upping the stakes. THIS TIME I will man up times TEN and get a picture. I'll post it here too. Even if H has to drag me to the front of that bus as I say, "No, really I'm good. I don't need a picture! I'm fine, let's just go home. The babysitter is waiting."

As this blog as my witness I will do it. I will not go home with my head hanging in shame at my shyness and lack of nerve. I will get that picture. And still be a complete toolshed, but who cares.

Enjoy!