OMG!

Today, I fulfilled a high school fantasy of mine. I met Henry Rollins. Yes, the Henry Rollins of Black Flag. Yes, the Henry Rollins that does spoken word. Yes, that Henry Rollins, the one who did guest vocals on that Tool song, you know "I'm naked and fearless,and my fear is naked!". That Henry Rollins.
I'm sure I don't seem like a Henry Rollins fan, but I am. Why? Because he's funny, intelligent and HARD CORE about rock. Actually, he's one of the few people in the world whom I believe to just be plain old Hard Core. He happened to be at the same business establishment I was at and my husband and the receptionist were cool enough to get me to meet him. I've got a pic on my cellphone. As soon as I remember where the cable went that allows me to sync my phone with my laptop, it's SO getting uploaded onto my machine and posted absolutely every bloody where. I'm probably going to scrapbook about it too. I'm just that jazzed.
I was so excited to meet him, I actually kissed him on the cheek. Embarrassing but true. After that i managed to keep from totally geeking out. He talked to me for like, fifteen minutes. In all that time, did I manage to say anything cool? Probably not. Does it matter? Not really. Why? Because the guy has probably already forgotten about me. And you know what? I'm cool with that. I'm just happy I got to meet him.
Of course, in all my girlish daydreaming about meeting Mr. Rollins, I imagined myself well groomed, good smelling and intelligent. Instead I'd just come from the bat cave (my nickname for the warehouse attic where the sorting for the big charity yard-sale is happening), I was covered in dust and filth, smelled like a hot sweaty mess, hair all sticking up everywhere, no makeup and wearing flip-flops with my leather jacket. Um...HELLO?! Flip-Flops and a leather jacket? Really? I knew I was going to regret that decision when I left the house but I was too lazy to find a pair of socks and sit down long enough to get my sneakers on. Oh well. I still met Henry Rollins.
What an awesome day.