Tuesday, February 8, 2011

AR.

After this weekend, calamari and I are taking a break from each other.  Could be a month, could be a year - only my gastrointestinal system knows for sure.  Regardless, it's been a great ride and we've experienced so many memorable batters and aiolis.  Parting is such sweet, squided sorrow.

But in the end, not even a bout of food poisoning could put a damper on this:


For 2 1/2 hours, I got to see and hear Alan Rickman in all his unedited, unadulterated, velvety-voiced brilliance.  All from less than 50 feet away.  Amazing doesn't even come close.

I'd go into more detail but I am completely worn out.  To reiterate my woeful FB status update, I'm giving myself 12 more hours then it's time to snap out of little bitch mode.  In the meantime, I'm going to snuggle up with a box of Saltines and fall asleep to a nice, lighthearted flick.

10 comments:

  1. I have a bad story on food poisoning. I'll tell you one day after you're better. It's incredible and it's the only reason I will retell such an embarrassing story. As for Alan Rickman, sigh...

    Feel better!

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  2. Food poisoning aside, glad that the trip was a success. I could listen to Mr. Rickman read the phone book.

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  3. Margie - you must email me the story. Today.

    Wendi - I'm still holding my breath for an AR-equipped GPS.

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  4. Feel Better, glad you had fun seeing Alan Rickman!

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  5. So sorry to hear about this. Where did you ingest this calamari in question, if I might ask?

    Hope you're on the mend by now.

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  6. Hope you're feeling better. Did you ask AR to autograph your chocolate portrait?

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  7. Alan Rickman? Holy crap. If I were ever within 50 feet of him, I'd probably end up in jail for aggravated make-out attempt.

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  8. I hope you feeling better. You need to rest and recharge.

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