Kisses, Coronas, and clowns
And what makes that story funny is that I later tell it to my parents over dinner at their house, and I start with the part where I write in the recap that I didn't meet Bert. And then I talk about the arrival of the email claiming I did meet him after all. I say to them, "Now, I was nervous about this email, because the thing was, I hadn't eaten much of anything the day of the party, so..." My mom raises an eyebrow. "Well, you can see where this is going," she says to my father. "She was looped." "I was not that looped," I protest. "I didn't eat dinner! I'm just saying..." "She was looped," Mom says. "I saw the pictures. She looked looped." Now, I tell her the part where it turns out I was right and I didn't meet him. "So that was a relief," I say. "I would think," she answers. "I told you I wasn't that looped," I finish.
Chris is holding court with a bunch of his many newly-minted fans when I get there. He's been on the boards off and on, so it's nice to have a chance to say hi. There's a little crowd around, so he's entertaining them with various tales of Sequesterville and Venice and hearing himself say, "Come on, FLO!" with Flo across the room. Heh. He brings Amanda over, and he apparently tells her who I am, because she beams at me and says, "No, you're noooooooot!" She is officially the cutest thing ever. She should come complete with a little pink twitchy nose. And they really do swear a lot. But hey, you know that.
There is plenty of kiss-kissing. Oswald is especially talented. But I never lack anymore. It's funny how an offhand remark about Spain, made in the second recap ever, has so thoroughly taken hold. It's a good thing I didn't tell a story about getting kicked in the shins.
It seems only appropriate to tell one story from DimSumCon, which takes place the next day. Or, rather, this story takes place after DimSumCon. With another engagement scheduled at 4:00, I leave Jing Fong with Couch Baron at about 2:30. We agree to share a cab, and I'm thinking I can get back to the hotel at about 2:45 and sleep for an hour or so before I have to take off again. We stroll to what seems to be a likely cab-catching corner, but things don't go well. After a few minutes, we walk a few more blocks and start again. For whatever reason, we do not see any cabs at all, anywhere, ever. We walk some more, and then a little more. It's about ninety-five degrees and about ninety percent humidity, and I'm lugging the gifts that Poptart kept overnight for me and gave me over lunch. They're not heavy, but they do include this giant stuffed orangutan. So I'm tramping all over Chinatown with a big stuffed animal under my arm, which raises my internal temperature by about fifteen degrees. Walk, walk, walk. Finally, we give up and decide to walk to the subway. Suddenly, he chuckles. "Can't you see it? The shot of us wandering around with the little white letters at the bottom of the screen -- COUCH BARON AND ALLI -- LOST." I laugh. "CURRENTLY IN LAST PLACE," I add.