|Subject||An evening with Bob...|
|DateCreated||3/12/2008 4:38:00 PM|
|PostedDate||3/12/2008 4:29:00 PM|
It seems my little Bob video has been getting quite a few hits these days. It’s also my most discussed video (*giggles* and my first and nearly last attempt at editing... all my videos are edited and graphically treated courtesy my wonderfully talented husband, Kevin)
Apparently, there is some doubt as to the geniuneness of the footage. There’s actually someone out there who DOESN’T believe I’ve met Robert Smith. How refreshing... finally, someone to question my sanity.
Indeed, it is Robert Smith... there are witnesses, video, pictures, and well, I’m sure Mr. Smith wouldn’t DISavow having met me. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything to piss him off...
Or perhaps I have? He doesn’t return my emails or my calls.... Oh psha the phone call that never was...
Or will it be?
Who knows really, I never would have imagined I’d have met Robert in an airport one Sunday evening. (I always imagined meeting Robert at the end of the aisle myself...lol). I didn’t actually believe it until it happened. and I MADE it happen.
I followed his movements till he came within my grasp, and did everything it took (including breaking employer protocols at the time) to ensure that my path intersected his.
The final steps were the worst. They were painful. I waited in the airport for nearly three hours because something had gone wrong with the flight. I was so nervous and growing worse by the minute that I almost gave up.
Thinking back to then, I was scared shitless that he’d be in a pissy mood, and my intruding on his space would upset him. NOT what I want in meeting someone I have so much admiration and respect for.
His manager came out before he did, and I decided to ask him to have Robert sign my CD. He told me I could do it myself. I didn’t think I had it in me, but I knew I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t. And the evidence is on tape....although I have since washed my hand...
I’ve also since grown up quite a bit... I haven’t kept up with Bob (and I know he hates being called that (or so I hear, who the fuck knows for sure.. but I do it... just cause I can. I mean, who does he think he is anyways? Robert Smith?) I stopped obsessing somewhere after Curiosa...
I’m so looking forward to reconnecting with them when they go on tour. I don’t have tickets yet, but somehow there hasn’t been a single time I haven’t been able to get tickets from somewhere magical, so I’m keeping my fingers crossed, and a firm grasp on the fact that even if I miss them, even if it’s the last time they ever go out... I’ve seen them tons of times before. I’ve had the experience of The Cure concert ...I can die a happy woman.
If I were to make big wishes, and subscribe to there is no if... I would imagine this May I will get to experience The Cure in concert again, and then later in the evening, I will be sitting down somewhere, with Robert and the band, and perhaps we shall drink nice wine and have lengthy chats.