i've gone to a hanson concert.

I got drunk before the movie and vomited on my girlfriends' shoes.


actually, that is an enhancement. I did get ferociously drunk before the movie. It was a "guys" night [collitch]--she showed up for the film anyway. I was waaaaay gone. Don't remember anything from the film (did I sit through it?). At some point, I got up and lurched out to go vomit or pee, without saying a word, apparently. becuase she didn't know why I walked off and was...this is the thing that bummed me so much..she was all sad, thinking I was mad. Anyway, she caught up with me, and we sat together in a building lobby (Mary Hall?) for an hour or two, where I'd go "no no, don't cry. I love you! Excuse me, I have to go vomit". Didn't get drunk again for three years.

Oddly enough, our first major bonding experience (?????) was a long phone call. I had eaten a bag of microwave popcorn (had I? did they have microwave popcorn in 1990? at any rate, I had eaten a bunch of popcorn), drunk much of a gallon of white white (what kind? the kind you can buy cheap in gallons) and was wondering what happened to the film "Total Recall" that I was watching for the 2nd time with friends. I was convinved there were large chunks missing. Anyway, we were now on the phone and we talked--or more accurately, I mumbled, until I eventually said "I have to vomit" dropped the phone on the floor and wandered off. To be honest, I don't recall eating the popcorn earlier, but I definitely recall it reappearing.


anyway....

geek moment: I got a copy of "Cadillacs and Dinosaurs" in the mail today on VHS. I never saw it on TV, but it was adapted from the "Xenozoic Tales" comics by Mark Schultz, the husband of a friend of mine. I called him up and asked him to autograph the cassette. He's rather horrified that I watched the thing. Virtually none of his work survived the translation to Saturday morning toy commercials....

Went to enjoy an Indigo Girls concert years ago, my "friend" was toasted, majorly tripping; attacked my other friend, got kicked out and threw up all over the security guard. Then we lost her in the bathrooms, got a ticket (at our car) and of course missed a great concert. I've haven't gone to one since.

I think I can beat all of you. I went to a New Kids on the Block concert. Oh, big deal you say? Ha! I didn't just go to one. No, no my friends. I went to two!!! But wait! It gets even better yet!!! I owned all that NKOTB paraphernailia including (but not limited to): the jackt, the dolls, the sheets, the comforter, the towel, the pajamas, the shoelaces, the earings, some number of t-shirts (don't recall exact number), the posters, the buttons, etc., etc....You get the idea. On top of all that, the walls of my room were literally covered in a fanatical shrine to Donnie Wahlberg.

My only saving grace is that no, I was not one of the screaming, crying, passing-out fans at the concerts. Nevertheless, I think I shall now go hide in shame for some amount of time now.

I've been to Gen Con...twice.

Geekdom if there ever was such a place.