On the other side of the wall.
Everything has changed.
Nothing has changed.
I'll strain my memory, just for you, my little dumplings.
Most of the first weekend was art. Painting mostly, but there was also some sewing and crafting.
Got a DVD copy of the zombie movie I was in recently.
:D :D :D
Sunday, I went to see AFI. I decided to give my extra ticket to my friend Andrew (he's the guy who wrote & directed the above mentioned zombie movie, as well as the 'monster in the closet' bumper I posted a while back). He's a good guy, and he likes AFI, so that worked out well.
When I decided to give him the ticket, a plan started formulating in my mind for the next day.
The next day, Monday was the Emilie Autumn
show. I still had no luck with my extra ticket. I might as well be a 5 eyed mutant around here I guess.
After taxes and fees, that VIP ticket cost over $70.00. Now granted, it does come with a hardbound book (which comes later, via mail). I think it's a great price for what all you get, and I would gladly pay it again, any time. But again, that even with such delicious 'bait' I still couldn't get anyone to go with me.
Sooooo...... I decided "Fuck them if they don't know what's good" and I accepted my vague plan as a course of action.
My room mate also had her own ticket, so at least I didn't have to drive down there and wait around all alone, that would have been even more creepy. We went early. Had to be there 'before 7:45pm' for the VIP event, but I wanted to be there even earlier for my awesome plan.
We got there like WAY early. Walked around a bit, looking for other people whom it looked might be there for the show.
My plan was, to find a complete stranger, who was unable to get a VIP ticket (they only sold 25 of them) and just bring them in to the event on my extra ticket. Was hoping to find someone who seemed cool, but wasn't (too terribly) creepy.
We only saw one girl walking around who looked like she was there for the same thing. She had a cool dress. That's how we knew she was there for the show :D
Well, I didn't approach her. I discouvered that as bold as I was in my mind when planning this out, I was still ME and thus 'stupidly shy' when it came down to 'the moment'. It was really early anyhow, so we decided to sit in the car and wait for a bit, since we got parking right near the venue (amazing how great parking is if you get there way early :P
As we were sitting in the car, I said that I should have asked that Girl With The Good Dress if she had a VIP ticket, but it was so early, and I felt like a creep. We made fun of me a bit for being a big wiener.
Then we saw the Girl With The Good Dress walking down the street towards us. I said I should ask her now, like out the car window, cause THAT would be even creepier! My room mate said that I should wait, because it would be too creepy and the police would come and punch my head. I agreed with this logic. After about 10 or 15 more minutes, we went back up near the venue and waited more. A few people sort of gathered around here and there, but no one who looked really approachable, or that I had a specific feeling about one way or another. I tend to go with instinct and gut feelings on this sort of thing.
After a bit, we saw Girl With The Good Dress coming back, and I decided that maybe I would see if she had a VIP ticket. I stood there trying to convince myself that I was bold enough to do it, and that I wouldn't seem like some weird molester.
As I stood there working on the 'talk to a random stranger' equation, Girl With The Good Dress walked right up to us and announced that she would hang out with us, because she saw us before, and standing with others made it easier to avoid being harassed by bums downtown (very true).
She was very friendly and nice. Her name was Haemy. We talked for a few minutes, and I asked if she had a VIP ticket, and she did.
So, that plan was out, but we had a new friend for the show, which was awesome.
I got to looking around fairly intently now because there was about 20 minutes before we needed to be assembled for the VIP event.
Most of the people were hanging around in groups.
I didn't put them really high on the list, because if two or three people were together and had regular tickets, I didn't want any drama at inviting one (and only one) of them to the VIP. I was also discounting anyone who didn't clearly look over 18, because I didn't wan't to end up somehow being 'responsible' for anything stupid.
At this point I noticed a guy standing all alone, but all the way across the street, sort of lurking in the shadows. He had glasses, was wearing a suit and tie, skeleton gloves and clutching a violin case as though it would stop him from drowning. I figured he was there for the show, but something seemed.... weird. It triggered a memory about a guy who had posted in the forums about the Austin show. He had asked if it would be possible to get his violin signed if he brought it, and asked about the venue.
I had replied to the post, giving some info about parking in the area, and saying that in all likelyhood, that the only signing would be at the VIP event. I remembered the whole thing, because he had replied to my reply saying that he would be taking the bus, so parking didn't matter.
Even his forum posts had seemed a little weird somehow.
After another 10 minutes or so, I still didn't see anyone I felt like asking, and Violin Guy had made it across the street by now. He was sort of hiding on the other side of a street light from everyone else. I figured "Hell, this is the only guy here even more awkward than me, so why not?" I went over and said hello. He looked sort of terrified. I asked him if he rode the bus to the venue. He looked alarmed and suspicious. I then realized why he seemed so odd, both on the forums, and in person. He clearly didn't speak a whole lot of English. So I did the American Trick of Talking Loud And Slow (ala Gordon Cole
<3). I said that I had seen his post on the forums, and that I was the one who had replied to him.
He relaxed a lot and said he remembered.
I asked him where he had come in from.
Get this, guys...
He rode the bus in all the way from MEXICO.
He came all alone. A 5 hour bus ride into a foreign country, and took a cab from the bus station to the venue.
He did not even have a ticket. Not even a regular one!
He was just hoping that he would be able to buy one at the gate.
Can you imagine the stones that took?
Five hours on the bus, all alone, in another country, barely speaking the language, on a CHANCE to get in and see the show?
His name was Manuel.
I knew than, that fate was at hand, and that everything DOES happen for a reason, and that Today was the Luckiest Day of Manuel's young life.
I said "OK, you're coming with me. We're going into the VIP, and you get to meet Emilie."
He was excited, but he wasn't sure if he should believe me or not.
Who can blame him?
I would be suspicious too.
But damn, if I wasn't excited to have found him. He was completely perfect for it.
So, moving the story along. We went in, our whole new group of friends, me, Masani (my room mate), Haemy & Manuel. He finally believed it when we got inside haha :D
Emilie came out, I went up to talk to her first out of our group & I made sure Manuel was next in line behind me.
She remembered me from the Dallas show, which of course sent my heart aflutter. Said she still loves my hair, and poked around in it some, which I sure didn't mind. I leaned in close and told her the story of Manuel, and how he came to be here & let her know that he was very excited & didn't speak great English. She was really glad that I found him and got him in. All glowy smiles and happy. :D :D
When Manuel went up, she gave him a little extra time and signed his violin for him. He was all nervous and shaking. It was adorable.
The line went through a second time for pictures. Emilie got to play with my hair more, and said we could hold our picture pose all night. I said I sure wouldn't mind & she said she wouldn't either. Rawr!
Manuel didn't have a camera, so we made sure to get pictures for him so he could get them via email.
After the rest of the VIP event, which went on for nearly an hour, they processed our tickets. There was some confusion over Manuel's ID card. I guess the door guys had never seen one and couldn't verify it to their satisfaction, so they stamped him under 21 (he is 23, FYI) just to be safe. Which is no problem, because he wasn't planning to drink anyhow. However, the venue has no re-entry for minors, so he couldn't leave and come back at all.
So, Masani stayed in with Manuel, and Haemy & I went to our respective cars together to drop off our swag and merch. Then we ran over to Casino el Camino
and got food. Haemy ordered a giant cheeseburger for Manuel, and we took it back to him. Man, he truly had an amazingly lucky run of it! We were concerned that he might get the idea that Americans are nice to people from other countries haha.
I had gotten food for Masani because I wasn't sure if she was hungry, and I believe in 'better safe than hungry'. She wasn't hungry. We had an extra giant cheeseburger, but a couple of Haemy's friends showed up and split it, so people gor fed all over! We ate our food like starving wolves, and the show started just after the last bite.
As expected, not nearly enough people showed up for my liking, but I think everyone had a great time. The stage was too small for all the sets and props, but they had a modified version going on & it was still awesome.
Made for a small & intimate show. We waited around for a bit after, because I was reeeeeally hopping that Maggots would come out, but the venue was being cranky about loitering & we took off. Manuel left first because he wanted to get a cab and head to the bus place. What a trooper. I totally admire his sense of adventure.
We walked Haemy to her car (Bum Defense Force!) and then headed home. It was an awesome night, and one that I don't think any of us will ever forget.
After that, my week was mostly art art art.
I got a lot of things done, and of course the more I do the more ideas I get and it's all a big whirling swirl, and somewhere in there, there was dinner at my moms house with friends & family. Many late nights. Small defeats far outweighed by small triumphs & joys.
You make your own life & reality.
If you decide to make it Revisionist Misery and blame everyone else for your own issues, then it's what you deserve.
I choose more than that. I choose to make my world beautiful and grand, even if no one but me ever gets to experience it.
And last but not least:
I'm back :)
Maybe you noticed :P