Pt.17
And so, as fate would have it, I was on the longest good luck streak of my life. When Elvis's set was over, I went out to the concourse to get a drink and visit the boy's room. When I got back to my seat, Dietmar was standing there with a zip-lock baggie, smiling and holding it up in front of me. Like a dealer would wave a bag of crack to a jonesing basehead. At first I thought it was green cotton candy or something. Believe it or not, I didn't clue in right away. I'd never seen the Flag all folded up in transport mode like that before; I didn't really recognize it in that state. "What's that?" I asked. "It's the Flag! Here you go."
Thank you to the lovely Susan for taking this pic:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2770692121/
Kellie had come back and handed off the Flag! Bless her wonderful heart. But she took off right away, so I didn't get a chance to thank her before the gong rang out. Maybe that was a good thing, because if I was there when she came over with that Flag, I would have given her the biggest wookie hug ever and probably wouldn't have let go.
I found out later that it was yet another failed Jeff-meet that enabled me to get the Flag. He did attempt to get the Flag, but Kellie had given up waiting and already handed it over to us. I must thank Kel for making the choice to give us the Flag when she did. She didn't have to, she could have waited, given it to Jeff, and had a lot of her stresses lifted. But she didn't. Instead, she just had to be her usual overly unselfish self and go ahead and make my year.
So now the big moment. The moment I'd been hoping for, dreaming of. This is why I came here. For this. The opening of the bag, the unraveling of the Flag, the signing of the Flag and the holding of the Flag. It radiated an aura of energy. It felt like an out of body experience. The nutters close by knew this drill by heart, so they all came around to witness the live wookie Flag love-in and signing. People all around me began to wonder what all this fuss was about, why all these people were snapping pics of the dude with the funny Green fabric swatch. I was not accustomed to all this attention.
I had no plans on where or when I was going to sign it. Actually, due to the state of euphoria that I was in, I forgot about signing it. I was just in awe, reading all the sigs on the back, and examining it with forensic detail. Dive and Sockii came over with cameras locked and loaded. CharlieArnold came over and gave me a few congratulatory words of support and advice, Conroy came over and I finally got to meet him. Everybody knows Conroy. Everybody loves Conroy. Everyone was right about Conroy. He finds a nice space for me to sign the Flag, but I need a table so I can sign this thing properly. "Nonsense.", Dietmar says. "Just sign it on my back". And that's precisely how it went down. It was appropriate and symbolic, in that I was "riding" his back for most of the day.
Many thanks to super sockii for taking these pics:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2771560160/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2770704593/
So I inscribe my name into history, pose for some pics, and proudly carry the Flag back to my seat. Perma-grin had set in big time. And it wasn't going away any time soon.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2770425452/
TBC.........
I don't wanna work, I just wanna bang on the drums all day.