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tju_tju_tju_tjuI don't know if any of you remember this entry where I explained who Tim Kreider is, but if it's too tl;dr for you, here is a short summary: He is a liberal political cartoonist that me and my friend Bonner got into when we were in high school, and we basically worshiped the guy.
Now, onto the story. Bonner calls me up on Saturday and informs me that Mr. Kreider is going to be doing a slide presentation show in NYC on Valentine's Day and that we had to go. Luckily I happened to not have work that day. ~DESTINY
We went to Sophie's house first and watched "Up" (I think I must've seen that movie like 7 times by now, but it's so great!), then headed on our adventure.
We arrived at the KGB Bar just in time to witness issues with the projector.
"Does anyone have a paperback book?" Mr. Kreider asked the crowd. It was a small bar, so everyone could hear him.
"I have a book!" I said, but he didn't appear to hear me.
"TIM!" Bonner cried, and he looked over at us. "She has one."
I desperately dug around in my bag as he made his way over. I almost thought that I had left the damn book at home, but I found it just in time.
"Thank you," he said, and looked at it. The book, funnily enough, happened to be How to Win a Fight With a Conservative. "Well, the important thing is winning," he said, and we laughed.
It turned out he did not the need the book after all (they just used some menus instead), so he gave the book back.
"I'm sorry, you called me by my name," he said to Bonner. "Do we --?"
"I'm Bonner Doemling," she said. Now, last summer Bonner had written an e-mail to Tim explaining how big of fans we were, and he had actually replied back to her, so he already knew our names. He also knew what Bonner looked like since he had looked her up on Facebook.
"Oh, right!"
"Yeah, 'limp with ectasy'". In my own e-mail to Tim I had told him that his e-mail had made her quite happy, especially his bit with telling her that she was pretty.
"Yeah, we corresponded! It's so nice to meet you!" He shook hands with us. "And you are...?"
"I'm Jackie," I said.
"Yes, we corresponded too! Nice to meet you as well."
Anyway, a while after that the show started. It wasn't very long but it was funny, of course. We sat around for a couple minutes afterward, and as we were about to leave (and I was trying to find my coat which had disappeared), Tim came up to Bonner and asked if we wanted to join him and a few of his friends.
Of course she replied in the affirmative, and the both of us contained our excitement well as we headed to the other bar with Tim and his two friends (whose names completely escape me right now, sorry).
I won't go into great detail with the rest of the night, mostly because we hung out there for several hours and there was way too much conversation to put in here, but suffice to say it was very awesome and kind of surreal, too. We didn't have terribly too much to say, mostly because a lot of the conversation was a little out of our depth (at least, my depth). They were Interesting and Intellectual Adults Talking About Interesting and Intellectual Things, so that was fun. Don't think they ignored us, because they definitely didn't, and seemed concerned that we were bored since they were talking more than us.
The night was drawing to a close, and as we were getting ready to leave, I said, "Thank you so much for inviting us! We had a good time."
"Oh, thanks for coming! Hey, it made us look cooler, having two pretty girls sitting with us," he said.
"Yeah, even though I look about twelve," I said, chuckling.
"No, you don't. You look your age," he assured me.
We left the bar around 10:30, and before me and Bonner went, Tim hugged us and kissed us on the cheek (well, he kissed me on the head since I'm so short and he was actually quite tall). And thus ended the most epic Valentine's Day ever.
And the thing is, we can tell people, "We hung out with Tim Kreider!" and NO ONE WILL UNDERSTAND.
Now, onto the story. Bonner calls me up on Saturday and informs me that Mr. Kreider is going to be doing a slide presentation show in NYC on Valentine's Day and that we had to go. Luckily I happened to not have work that day. ~DESTINY
We went to Sophie's house first and watched "Up" (I think I must've seen that movie like 7 times by now, but it's so great!), then headed on our adventure.
We arrived at the KGB Bar just in time to witness issues with the projector.
"Does anyone have a paperback book?" Mr. Kreider asked the crowd. It was a small bar, so everyone could hear him.
"I have a book!" I said, but he didn't appear to hear me.
"TIM!" Bonner cried, and he looked over at us. "She has one."
I desperately dug around in my bag as he made his way over. I almost thought that I had left the damn book at home, but I found it just in time.
"Thank you," he said, and looked at it. The book, funnily enough, happened to be How to Win a Fight With a Conservative. "Well, the important thing is winning," he said, and we laughed.
It turned out he did not the need the book after all (they just used some menus instead), so he gave the book back.
"I'm sorry, you called me by my name," he said to Bonner. "Do we --?"
"I'm Bonner Doemling," she said. Now, last summer Bonner had written an e-mail to Tim explaining how big of fans we were, and he had actually replied back to her, so he already knew our names. He also knew what Bonner looked like since he had looked her up on Facebook.
"Oh, right!"
"Yeah, 'limp with ectasy'". In my own e-mail to Tim I had told him that his e-mail had made her quite happy, especially his bit with telling her that she was pretty.
"Yeah, we corresponded! It's so nice to meet you!" He shook hands with us. "And you are...?"
"I'm Jackie," I said.
"Yes, we corresponded too! Nice to meet you as well."
Anyway, a while after that the show started. It wasn't very long but it was funny, of course. We sat around for a couple minutes afterward, and as we were about to leave (and I was trying to find my coat which had disappeared), Tim came up to Bonner and asked if we wanted to join him and a few of his friends.
Of course she replied in the affirmative, and the both of us contained our excitement well as we headed to the other bar with Tim and his two friends (whose names completely escape me right now, sorry).
I won't go into great detail with the rest of the night, mostly because we hung out there for several hours and there was way too much conversation to put in here, but suffice to say it was very awesome and kind of surreal, too. We didn't have terribly too much to say, mostly because a lot of the conversation was a little out of our depth (at least, my depth). They were Interesting and Intellectual Adults Talking About Interesting and Intellectual Things, so that was fun. Don't think they ignored us, because they definitely didn't, and seemed concerned that we were bored since they were talking more than us.
The night was drawing to a close, and as we were getting ready to leave, I said, "Thank you so much for inviting us! We had a good time."
"Oh, thanks for coming! Hey, it made us look cooler, having two pretty girls sitting with us," he said.
"Yeah, even though I look about twelve," I said, chuckling.
"No, you don't. You look your age," he assured me.
We left the bar around 10:30, and before me and Bonner went, Tim hugged us and kissed us on the cheek (well, he kissed me on the head since I'm so short and he was actually quite tall). And thus ended the most epic Valentine's Day ever.
And the thing is, we can tell people, "We hung out with Tim Kreider!" and NO ONE WILL UNDERSTAND.
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Colin Meloy icon because the Decemberists are relevant.
Date: 2010-02-16 04:53 am (UTC)Par example, summer of 2007, I ventured to Charlotte NC to see my FAVORITE BAND in the world, OZMA. They are awesome, and no one knows who they are. Like, seriously, maybe a thousand people in the world. Possibly two thousand. THE POINT IS, OBSCURITY. And as we walked into the venue, I happened to see a group of peoples standing around outside, throwing rocks at a trash can. I also happened to recognize them as OZMA. IN THE FLESH. And I went up and talked to them and had them sign my (handmade) shirt and told them all how much I loved them, and we talked for a while before the show, and one of the members sold me a (forreals) shirt, and NO ONE GETS IT. :DDD BUT I MET OZMA. Yeeeeahhhh.
So I can relate, even though I don't know this guy! And even without knowing him, knowing how big a fan you are and hearing that you totally hung out with him is awesome anyway. :D Yaayyyy pointless comment. <3
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Date: 2010-02-16 04:56 am (UTC)AND I WILL UNDERSTAND! i've heard so much about your love of him that I WILL ALWAYS UNDERSTAND.
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Date: 2010-02-16 05:05 am (UTC)WELL OF COURSE YOU GET IT BECAUSE YOU'RE FANTASTIC.
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Date: 2010-02-16 11:57 am (UTC)WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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