Last night, Ira Glass performed at the
local theater. It was packed. I had purchased my front row tickets a
year ago. Before my book was published. Before I went to the
symposium. Before I joined the board of ANA.
Before I did my One-Woman-Show at BTG
which I would have cancelled if it hadn't been for my friend Mindy
posting a link to “The Gap” by Ira Glass on the day I needed to
hear it.
I wrote him a thank-you card, packed up a copy
of the video and a copy of my book as thank you gifts, cut a shit-ton of lilacs and
brought them to give them to him at the theater.
Here's what happened by the end of the
night.
People I know were actually able to go
up to him after the show and say hello and take a photo with him. And
they have that moment captured forever.
My "moment" with him was when
I walked right by him pre-show as he hung out outside the backstage door with a few
techies. I had the flowers and a gift in hand, I walked up, recognized him, looked him in the eye
and........
became completely aphasic.
I smiled, said hi, and walked past him and into the
backstage door and placed them gingerly on a table in his open
dressing room where his script lay scattered.
And then I exited the theater on the other side of the building.
Yep. Me. Lost for words. Sigh......
