MONDAY HANGOVER PART I: THERE IS NO SUITABLE SUBTITLE FOR THIS POST
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I’ve been informed that I’m starting to get a little long winded around here, and thus, I should try cutting up these postings into bite-sized morsels. Ever open to suggestion, I’ll give it a shot— if high quantity/short length serialized pieces of expression are what you, my ever-lovin’ readers require, then so be it! Let it not be said that I’m not a man of the people!
Shifting gears out of alliterative Stan Lee mode (a byproduct of my continued reading of “Tales to Astonish,” the Jack Kirby/ Stan Lee book Jeanie gave my for my birthday), let’s talk about the weekend!
What a weekend it was! There’s plenty to talk about, because it was action-packed and ridiculously fun. But first, the biggest news of it all:
I MET ROB MACKOWIAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’ve still barely processed this momentous occasion. Sure, it was just an innocuous encounter that left me stuttering like a maddened fool and trembling with a schoolgirl’s excitement following my handshake, but it instantly became my top Celebrity Encounter Moment of all time. This folks, is comparable to meeting Andy Van Slyke as a wee tike, or a theoretical encounter with Kerry Collins, Harrison Ford, Huey Lewis, Triple H, Eliza Dushku, or Andy Kubert (and if THAT’S not the most eclectic list of celebrity heroes ever assembled, I dunno what is).
Basically, he was having dinner with his family at the PNC Park Outback after Saturday’s game, when Kup realized he was there. After consulting with the wait staff, and finding out he was not yet eating, I (clad in my homemade Rob Mackowiak t-shirt) creeped over to his table, asked if he was, in fact Rob Mackowiak, wished him luck, and told him he’s been my favourite player for a couple of years. He was almost as embarrassed and as nervous as I, and since I didn’t want to bother him or his family more than was absolutely necessary (Fun Fact: his wife is HOT), I limited my conversation to those simple faulty ramblings. I would have LOVED to tell him that he KILLS the ball when I’m at PNC, or that his nickname should be “Mack of All Trades,” but alas, that will have to wait until we become drinking buddies. I DID go out on top, however, when his mom/mother-in-law/whomever asked me where I got my shirt, and I admitted I had made it myself, and offered to send them all one with a wink and a smile. Always leave them laughing.
Alrighty, being that’s the biggest news of the weekend that was, I leave you for now. Stay tuned for further stories of our hijinks, including: meeting with Natalia, Jack defeating Cancer, and the righteousness of the Grease Megamix.
-apk
I’ve been informed that I’m starting to get a little long winded around here, and thus, I should try cutting up these postings into bite-sized morsels. Ever open to suggestion, I’ll give it a shot— if high quantity/short length serialized pieces of expression are what you, my ever-lovin’ readers require, then so be it! Let it not be said that I’m not a man of the people!
Shifting gears out of alliterative Stan Lee mode (a byproduct of my continued reading of “Tales to Astonish,” the Jack Kirby/ Stan Lee book Jeanie gave my for my birthday), let’s talk about the weekend!
What a weekend it was! There’s plenty to talk about, because it was action-packed and ridiculously fun. But first, the biggest news of it all:
I MET ROB MACKOWIAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’ve still barely processed this momentous occasion. Sure, it was just an innocuous encounter that left me stuttering like a maddened fool and trembling with a schoolgirl’s excitement following my handshake, but it instantly became my top Celebrity Encounter Moment of all time. This folks, is comparable to meeting Andy Van Slyke as a wee tike, or a theoretical encounter with Kerry Collins, Harrison Ford, Huey Lewis, Triple H, Eliza Dushku, or Andy Kubert (and if THAT’S not the most eclectic list of celebrity heroes ever assembled, I dunno what is).
Basically, he was having dinner with his family at the PNC Park Outback after Saturday’s game, when Kup realized he was there. After consulting with the wait staff, and finding out he was not yet eating, I (clad in my homemade Rob Mackowiak t-shirt) creeped over to his table, asked if he was, in fact Rob Mackowiak, wished him luck, and told him he’s been my favourite player for a couple of years. He was almost as embarrassed and as nervous as I, and since I didn’t want to bother him or his family more than was absolutely necessary (Fun Fact: his wife is HOT), I limited my conversation to those simple faulty ramblings. I would have LOVED to tell him that he KILLS the ball when I’m at PNC, or that his nickname should be “Mack of All Trades,” but alas, that will have to wait until we become drinking buddies. I DID go out on top, however, when his mom/mother-in-law/whomever asked me where I got my shirt, and I admitted I had made it myself, and offered to send them all one with a wink and a smile. Always leave them laughing.
Alrighty, being that’s the biggest news of the weekend that was, I leave you for now. Stay tuned for further stories of our hijinks, including: meeting with Natalia, Jack defeating Cancer, and the righteousness of the Grease Megamix.
-apk
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