PT.18
Let the Flag bearing begin!
I'm settling into my seat, and so Muse and Dietmar start giving me some pointers for points. They tell me when the optimal times are for Flag hoisting: "Message, he always looks for it during Message, especially at the end. And whenever the lights are on the crowd. And during the pauses in Hole."
We had told STEWART where we would be sitting that night, but weren't sure he'd remember where. Our seats were the last two on waaayy Andy's side, not the greatest, but it was a great venue for sightlines so we ended up doing ok.
There was only a walkway and then water right beside us, so I could have been asshatty and held it up all night if I wanted, and it wouldn't have blocked anyone's views, so that was nice. But that would be too tiring, and I wanted to bop around and enjoy the show, too. Everyone kept telling me to just have fun with it and enjoy the show. I heard how Schmaffy had held it over her head all night...I don't know how she did that. She must be ironwoman or something. But then again, whenever they have those endurance challenges on reality shows, it's the women who always seem to kick the men's asses.
Get up starts, so we get up. Then the gong rings, and it's game on! Message starts and the boys sound awesome. As we neared the end of Message, he still hadn't looked for it. Then my mind started racing thinking about all the Flag nightmares, like no points, Flag damage, confiscation,etc. I've got a legion of nutters counting on me to perform, represent, and protect it properly. And I know that there's lots of keen eyes that will be watching for it closely. I've got to be on my best behavior. The time for tomfoolery and twatwaffling was to be MSG (right, Ska?
), not then. This is too perfect a day to end by screwing up.
TBC.........
I don't wanna work, I just wanna bang on the drums all day.