meme and mid-way roundup

[lagilman]

Rules:
* Post 3 things you've done that you believe nobody else on your F-list has done.
* If anybody responds with "I've done that," add another thing.
* Encourage your friends to paste this into their own journal to list the unique things they've done.

Three Things I've done I don't think any of you have:

1. passed out (full backward-falling thud) in a bar, in public, without having a drop of alcohol or drugs in my system. since deza seems to have the same LBP problem I do...
2. danced on the hood of a station wagon at dawn on the Jersey shore in mid-winter (and got rousted by the cops, although not for that).
3. asked Robin Sachs ("Ethan", on BtVS) in public, in front of an entire convention, about Giles/Ethan smutfic. Never, ever dare me, people. ;-)
4. been warned of public indecency for m/f snogging on a London street.
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Yesterday went well, including a trip into downtown Nashville to look at boots and hats. Look, I say, not shop. Because I don't need that hat, damn it. Especially if I go back and have that antique chair shipped home.... *facepalms, hears vincam laughing* [EtA: I'm not gong to buy it. I just like knowing I'm really really tempted by it, and am thisclose to being whimsical enough to say 'I'll take it!"]

The panels were lively, and an interesting mix of folk. Ran into a fellow Necon-er from Connecticut. Hah. The "dream-bashing" panel didn't make anyone cry, but we did have one person stalk out. Joe Lansdale and I got into a discussion of said-bookisms (he hates 'em, I think that they're useful tools if not abused). Last item of the day was reading from the first chapter of STAYING DEAD. It's still a good opening, but as I was reading I kept thinking "wow, I would write this differently, now..." Fled the site before 11 and actually got sleep.

This morning, coffee and some work on VINEART WAR. Soon, back into the fray...

Comments

[deza.livejournal.com]

Hi there!

I have to call you on #1. I went through a 6-month period where I was randomly falling passing out, and did so in several public places (including school, when my heart stopped for a bit, and at dinner in a restaurant/bar). After several EKGs, a CAT scan, enough blood drawn to keep the BtVS extras lounge supplied for a week and a quite a bit of worry, the doctors admitted they had no clue what was causing it. Then it stopped.

[debg.livejournal.com]

1. Had Bruce Springsteen shove a mic at me in the middle of "Fire" - at Wembley Pool, during a show.

2. Got caught by a local farmer while snogging in the front seat of an Alfa Romeo at the edge of a very tall cliff about twenty kilometers north of St. Martin du Var, in the French Alps.

3. Spent a stoned half-hour brushing George Harrison's hair at a nightclub, without knowing whose hair I was brushing.

[smoemeth.livejournal.com]

Oooh, if you're in Nashville and looking for some great shopping, try to get to Katy Kay's. She is fashion provider to Dolly Parton, as well as many other famous drag queens. Great place to find cool Western shirts, boots and hats. *g*

[jslinder.livejournal.com]

I'll semi-call you on #2 - It was November, which technically is not mid-winter, but it was dancing, because Resorts casino had been very very good to me....

[neadods.livejournal.com]

What was his *answer*?

[tezmilleroz.livejournal.com]

asked Robin Sachs ("Ethan", on BtVS) in public, in front of an entire convention, about Giles/Ethan smutfic

What was his reply? ;-)

Have a lovely day! :-)

[handlebar605.livejournal.com]

1. slept underwater on a Submarine.

2. Randomly met a former teacher in the Museum of Athens, with out planning it.

3. Had dinner with a pre-shuttle astronaut.

[lagilman]

nah, if it wasn't dawn, mid-winter, on the hood of a station wagon, it doesn't count...

(I was actually dancing for the sheer joy of being awake, alone on the beach, with nobody but the gulls and a large dog to keep me company [since everyone else was sleeping]. Or so we thought until the cops showed up)

[lagilman]

this was Robin, of course he had seen it. Read it. Enjoyed the hell out of it.

(or that was his story in public, anyway. In private he might have been squicked. But I don't think so.)

[lagilman]

I was looking for attire that wasn't a) tooled up the wazoo and b) came in colors natural to this Earth....

(actually found some boots that were lovely, but not at $380. And a hat I loved and could afford and was in black [all my others are tan or brown] but I'm having trouble justifying Another Hat...)

[lagilman]

see above. This being Robin, the answer will surprise no-one who has met him....

(he was a total delight to co-GoH with, and I wish him the very best because he deserves it)

[rosenhaus.livejournal.com]

3 things I've done that I bet nobody on my friendslist has:

1. Conducted my own orchestral music at Carnegie Hall.
2. Did a vocal impersonation of Jackie Mason =for= Jackie Mason...on two different occasions.
3. Shared an elevator with Paul Simon--and said nothing.

[lagilman]

If I'd been staying at the hotel, I would have been there, I swear. But my host offered me a home-cooked meal after our last panel at 7, and.....

[fakefrenchie.livejournal.com]

WOW! for N° 3.

[debg.livejournal.com]

It was in a club in NYC, 1970-ish or thereabouts. Lots of pot smoke in the air, Dr. John (in full gris-gris Night Tripper Mode) playing. I saw a gorgeous head of hair from behind, wove my stoned self between the tables, kissed an ear, asked if I could play with the pretty hair, was handed a comb, and proceeded to play. Wasn't until I went to hand him back his comb that he turned around and said "my pleasure, luv."

Only time in my entire life I can remember that I went fangurl, what my daughter - confronted with Paul McCartney thirty-plus years later - referred to as "deer in the headlights, straight-up fangurl on his ass". Basically, I turned into Ms. Roboto.

I wish I'd had the nerve or the presence of mine to ask him if I could lick his cheekbones. They were worth licking.