Legolas
10-01-2007, 02:45 PM
Okay, long story time.
So I was in my little cubicle at work and I log onto ronfez.net and I see at the top "Unmasked..Oct 1st...2pm". So I chcek my calendar and i see that I have a day off. "Perfect", I think to myself--"I get to go to nyc and meet my hero, Ron Bennington!" I email xm and they respnd right away with the time and location and instructions. I'm fuckin excited! I'm fucking telling people at work that im going to a comedy club in nyc and I'm asking people if they want to come with me etc.
So sunday night comes and i'm setting my alarm clock to make sure I wake up on time because I have a habit of being late for things. Well, I wake up monday and instead of getting up when the alarm clock rings I press snooze for about an hour and a half. So 11:13 comes and I wake up and go "shit!"---i rush downstairs put my clothes in the washing machine take a quick shower, dry my hair, get dressed and look at the clock. 12:53!!!! Where did all the fucking time go!! 12 fucking 53!! and i live in newark nj!!! So I rush to the phone to call a cab---the cab gets to my house at about 1:03 and I have to be at comix by no later than 1:40-----in my head i'm thinking "i can make it, i can make it". I get out the cab, get into penn station and hop on the path train. 1:20 pm. "I can make , I can make it"---the doors close and I sit back and relax---this will happen, i will make it on time and even if i dont i will still be allowed to get it". I keep repeating this to myself. Well i get out of the train at journal square and look at the time 1:42.
I'm beyond late and only half way to nyc.
Fuck it, i'm still going.
I've never been to nyc by myself and i figure this will be a nice little adventure for me. Well I get up to 14th street and i realize i dont know which way to go--left or right. Since good is associated with right and bad with left i decide to turn right, down 14th street. Wrong! I fucking get half way down the street and i just make out the next street sign
"5th ave". So i make a u turn and head the opposite way. I figure even if i dont get to see the show I can catch a glimpse of Mr. B on his way out and just say hello. Well i get to comix and i see a diner on the corner-- I think perfect I'll have lunch and just wait until i see him coming out and run up to him.......then i have a flash of me running up to Ron and Po slamming me to the ground and i think--maybe running up to a celebrity really isnt the best way to introduce youserlf. You don't want to come off like a lunatic.
Well i have a nice meal facing the club and at the end of it i see poeple come out---no one i recognize from the show--then i see someone who looks like Friday. Now I've never met friday but i've seen pictures of her and the person i'm looking at looks kinda like her. So i pay for my meal and i ask her if this is the unmasked---She politely responds yes, it was. So i figure Mr. B should be walking out pretty soon. Then I get really nervous. I mean really nervous. I decide to light up a black and mild...maybe i'll be able to calm down. Nope. Then it happens. HE walks out the door; then Pitz, then Earl, then Fez....HOLY SHIT! IT'S THEM!!! I dont know how to describe the scene except for saying it was like seeing O-Ren Ishii walking down the hall with the fucking Crazy 88's behind her!
Every cell in my body was sreaming "ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ,ah". My hands started to shake so i put them in my pocket. I could barely even look at him. He was fucking holding court talking about god know's what and all I could think was "calm down, go over and just say "i love the show" and that's it." All i could do was puff and look away, puff and look away. So i leaned up against the wall and smoked somemore trying to build up the courage to just say "hi" and "goodbye" and i couldn't even do it. ugh. My black and mild started to run low so i instinctively reached inside my pocket to pull out another one and just smoke it. I think at that point mr. b directed a comment my way about my chain smoking but i couldn't even really laugh i was so nervous. Eventually everyone fluttered away and i just stood there smoking, regretting not even saying a fucking word.
Next time i'll just man up and say hi. So at the next ronfez.net event if you see a tall, large, black man with an afro holding up the wall you'll know who i am.
peace
So I was in my little cubicle at work and I log onto ronfez.net and I see at the top "Unmasked..Oct 1st...2pm". So I chcek my calendar and i see that I have a day off. "Perfect", I think to myself--"I get to go to nyc and meet my hero, Ron Bennington!" I email xm and they respnd right away with the time and location and instructions. I'm fuckin excited! I'm fucking telling people at work that im going to a comedy club in nyc and I'm asking people if they want to come with me etc.
So sunday night comes and i'm setting my alarm clock to make sure I wake up on time because I have a habit of being late for things. Well, I wake up monday and instead of getting up when the alarm clock rings I press snooze for about an hour and a half. So 11:13 comes and I wake up and go "shit!"---i rush downstairs put my clothes in the washing machine take a quick shower, dry my hair, get dressed and look at the clock. 12:53!!!! Where did all the fucking time go!! 12 fucking 53!! and i live in newark nj!!! So I rush to the phone to call a cab---the cab gets to my house at about 1:03 and I have to be at comix by no later than 1:40-----in my head i'm thinking "i can make it, i can make it". I get out the cab, get into penn station and hop on the path train. 1:20 pm. "I can make , I can make it"---the doors close and I sit back and relax---this will happen, i will make it on time and even if i dont i will still be allowed to get it". I keep repeating this to myself. Well i get out of the train at journal square and look at the time 1:42.
I'm beyond late and only half way to nyc.
Fuck it, i'm still going.
I've never been to nyc by myself and i figure this will be a nice little adventure for me. Well I get up to 14th street and i realize i dont know which way to go--left or right. Since good is associated with right and bad with left i decide to turn right, down 14th street. Wrong! I fucking get half way down the street and i just make out the next street sign
"5th ave". So i make a u turn and head the opposite way. I figure even if i dont get to see the show I can catch a glimpse of Mr. B on his way out and just say hello. Well i get to comix and i see a diner on the corner-- I think perfect I'll have lunch and just wait until i see him coming out and run up to him.......then i have a flash of me running up to Ron and Po slamming me to the ground and i think--maybe running up to a celebrity really isnt the best way to introduce youserlf. You don't want to come off like a lunatic.
Well i have a nice meal facing the club and at the end of it i see poeple come out---no one i recognize from the show--then i see someone who looks like Friday. Now I've never met friday but i've seen pictures of her and the person i'm looking at looks kinda like her. So i pay for my meal and i ask her if this is the unmasked---She politely responds yes, it was. So i figure Mr. B should be walking out pretty soon. Then I get really nervous. I mean really nervous. I decide to light up a black and mild...maybe i'll be able to calm down. Nope. Then it happens. HE walks out the door; then Pitz, then Earl, then Fez....HOLY SHIT! IT'S THEM!!! I dont know how to describe the scene except for saying it was like seeing O-Ren Ishii walking down the hall with the fucking Crazy 88's behind her!
Every cell in my body was sreaming "ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ,ah". My hands started to shake so i put them in my pocket. I could barely even look at him. He was fucking holding court talking about god know's what and all I could think was "calm down, go over and just say "i love the show" and that's it." All i could do was puff and look away, puff and look away. So i leaned up against the wall and smoked somemore trying to build up the courage to just say "hi" and "goodbye" and i couldn't even do it. ugh. My black and mild started to run low so i instinctively reached inside my pocket to pull out another one and just smoke it. I think at that point mr. b directed a comment my way about my chain smoking but i couldn't even really laugh i was so nervous. Eventually everyone fluttered away and i just stood there smoking, regretting not even saying a fucking word.
Next time i'll just man up and say hi. So at the next ronfez.net event if you see a tall, large, black man with an afro holding up the wall you'll know who i am.
peace