The first day of spring break is nearing it's end, and I'm exhausted. This is the way I usually feel about this time on a Monday night, but I didn't wake at 4:45 this morning and wrangle with teenagers for 8 hours. I mean, nothing is more exhausting than that, right?
Apparently, driving for 4 hours to meet your teen hero is just as tiring.
I found out yesterday that Amy Grant was going to be in Brandon today signing autographs. Everyone who knows me knew that even my muddy road and pouring rain wouldn't keep me away from this. There are three people in this world who I would risk the dangers of old people driving on the interstate in Sarasota to meet. She's one of them (followed by Eddie Vedder and Glenn Beck).
It was a fun day. In line I talked to a woman about the silly things we did to imitate Amy as teenagers. She tried a perm. I made my own leopard print jacket. We agreed that Lead Me On is still her best album and learned how to operate each other's cameras so we could to take each other's pictures.
Amy, of course, was beautiful and charming. Her time was running short, so I could only get one autograph. In what may be my most outstanding act of sacrifice, I asked her to autograph a CD for my sister. Then I told her the story of when we met Amy in 1989 and my sister was cut out of the photograph we took.
Twenty years later, my sister still talks about this. I am happy to report, though, that Amy was horrified that my sister was cut out of the photo (and remarked about the days when you didn't know that would happen until after the film was developed).
So there you have it. I spent my entire time with Amy talking about how my sister was cut out of the photo twenty years ago, and Amy was horrified. Someone else was just as upset as my sister about that awful, awful tragedy.
I'm satisfied. That should earn me a few sister brownie points, right?
Of course, I'm still the only one of the two of us who has a picture with Amy. (Two now!)
Apparently, driving for 4 hours to meet your teen hero is just as tiring.
I found out yesterday that Amy Grant was going to be in Brandon today signing autographs. Everyone who knows me knew that even my muddy road and pouring rain wouldn't keep me away from this. There are three people in this world who I would risk the dangers of old people driving on the interstate in Sarasota to meet. She's one of them (followed by Eddie Vedder and Glenn Beck).
It was a fun day. In line I talked to a woman about the silly things we did to imitate Amy as teenagers. She tried a perm. I made my own leopard print jacket. We agreed that Lead Me On is still her best album and learned how to operate each other's cameras so we could to take each other's pictures.
Amy, of course, was beautiful and charming. Her time was running short, so I could only get one autograph. In what may be my most outstanding act of sacrifice, I asked her to autograph a CD for my sister. Then I told her the story of when we met Amy in 1989 and my sister was cut out of the photograph we took.
Twenty years later, my sister still talks about this. I am happy to report, though, that Amy was horrified that my sister was cut out of the photo (and remarked about the days when you didn't know that would happen until after the film was developed).
So there you have it. I spent my entire time with Amy talking about how my sister was cut out of the photo twenty years ago, and Amy was horrified. Someone else was just as upset as my sister about that awful, awful tragedy.
I'm satisfied. That should earn me a few sister brownie points, right?
Of course, I'm still the only one of the two of us who has a picture with Amy. (Two now!)
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Ugh.
I'm so happy you got to meet her - what a really cool opportunity.