"oh my god....kristen, LOOK....it's him"
Before I tell my absolutely THRILLING and AMAZING story about meeting Rufus Wainwright, I need to say that I'm sitting at Tamiscal as I write this (I need a break from Econ homework)...and I will probably get slammed if anyone discovers that I'm not doing my work.
But, as we all know, this is way more important.
Anyway, so we decided to stick around after the show to see if we could meet Rufus and I could give him a photo of my sculpture of him (see previous post)--I'd heard from several people on the rufus_fans community that he would come out (no pun intended...) after the show and greet fans. I thought, "Hey, I've done things similar to this before and I can sure as hell do it again."
People were filing out of the auditorium in, literally, a sea; and, lucky for me, I spotted Joan (one of Rufus's backup singers) near the exit. We wandered over and I congradulated her on her performance, then asked her if Rufus would be doing a meet-and-greet after the show. "I'm not sure; it depends on how tired he is. You might want to check upstairs."
Bingo. We thanked her and raced up the stairs to the lounge area, all the while being careful not to look conspicuous. Once we got up there, everyone around us had laminates and special passes on, and, to say the least, I was afraid we'd get kicked out because we had neither passes nor laminates. Thankfully, no one was the wiser.
Kristen and I took a seat and checked out our surroundings. The Filmore has the coolest posters! We were seated for about two minutes when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tall guy with spiked hair emerge from a door off to the left, holding a beer. No sooner had he taken a seat with some other people did I realize...it was Rufus.
Me (to Kristen): Kristen...oh my God...look...over on the left...it's HIM.
Kristen: Are you gonna give him the photo? Go Annalei go!
I clenched my teeth and thought, "Okay, you can do this. You've done it before. It will be a hell of a lot easier than this afternoon's Debutante get-together. JUST GO, JACKASS."
Kristen and I crept over to the table, and it was a few seconds before he realized that we were standing there. He turned and said, very nicely, "Hi there." Of course, I went into this long thing about how much I loved him, his music, how Dinner at Eight makes me cry (Rufus: "Yeah, it seems to have that effect on people,") etc. When I gave him the picture, he said, "Oh my God...it's my next album cover! That is so sweet. Thanks so much." He genuinelly seemed to appreciate my efforts, which was unbelievably cool. He also remarked that "It looks kind of like a voodoo doll." :) At one point in the conversation (don't ask me to remember when), he took my hand--and being the crazy fangirl that I am, I thought OH MY GOD HE IS HOLDING MY HAND. THIS IS AWESOME! I think, though, I did an excellent job of keeping the psychotic-fangirl thing under wraps.
Rufus kindly obliged my request for photographic evidence of our meeting, after which we left. As you can see, he is touching my shoulder--and my facial expression pretty much says it all. I still feel kind of bad that Kristen didn't get a word in at all...*eep*...because I am such a nutty fangirl. Damn.
I know I'm going to start laughing whenever I see that photo, due to the fact that the expression on my face strikes me as absolutely fucking hilarious. A moment in time, captured...
This would make an awesome parody of a MasterCard ad.
Concert tickets: $60
Borrowed digital camera: $299
Bottled water for when Kristen feels like she's going to pass out: $3.25
Being touched by Rufus Wainwright (literally): Priceless.
But, as we all know, this is way more important.
Anyway, so we decided to stick around after the show to see if we could meet Rufus and I could give him a photo of my sculpture of him (see previous post)--I'd heard from several people on the rufus_fans community that he would come out (no pun intended...) after the show and greet fans. I thought, "Hey, I've done things similar to this before and I can sure as hell do it again."
People were filing out of the auditorium in, literally, a sea; and, lucky for me, I spotted Joan (one of Rufus's backup singers) near the exit. We wandered over and I congradulated her on her performance, then asked her if Rufus would be doing a meet-and-greet after the show. "I'm not sure; it depends on how tired he is. You might want to check upstairs."
Bingo. We thanked her and raced up the stairs to the lounge area, all the while being careful not to look conspicuous. Once we got up there, everyone around us had laminates and special passes on, and, to say the least, I was afraid we'd get kicked out because we had neither passes nor laminates. Thankfully, no one was the wiser.
Kristen and I took a seat and checked out our surroundings. The Filmore has the coolest posters! We were seated for about two minutes when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tall guy with spiked hair emerge from a door off to the left, holding a beer. No sooner had he taken a seat with some other people did I realize...it was Rufus.
Me (to Kristen): Kristen...oh my God...look...over on the left...it's HIM.
Kristen: Are you gonna give him the photo? Go Annalei go!
I clenched my teeth and thought, "Okay, you can do this. You've done it before. It will be a hell of a lot easier than this afternoon's Debutante get-together. JUST GO, JACKASS."
Kristen and I crept over to the table, and it was a few seconds before he realized that we were standing there. He turned and said, very nicely, "Hi there." Of course, I went into this long thing about how much I loved him, his music, how Dinner at Eight makes me cry (Rufus: "Yeah, it seems to have that effect on people,") etc. When I gave him the picture, he said, "Oh my God...it's my next album cover! That is so sweet. Thanks so much." He genuinelly seemed to appreciate my efforts, which was unbelievably cool. He also remarked that "It looks kind of like a voodoo doll." :) At one point in the conversation (don't ask me to remember when), he took my hand--and being the crazy fangirl that I am, I thought OH MY GOD HE IS HOLDING MY HAND. THIS IS AWESOME! I think, though, I did an excellent job of keeping the psychotic-fangirl thing under wraps.
Rufus kindly obliged my request for photographic evidence of our meeting, after which we left. As you can see, he is touching my shoulder--and my facial expression pretty much says it all. I still feel kind of bad that Kristen didn't get a word in at all...*eep*...because I am such a nutty fangirl. Damn.
I know I'm going to start laughing whenever I see that photo, due to the fact that the expression on my face strikes me as absolutely fucking hilarious. A moment in time, captured...
This would make an awesome parody of a MasterCard ad.
Concert tickets: $60
Borrowed digital camera: $299
Bottled water for when Kristen feels like she's going to pass out: $3.25
Being touched by Rufus Wainwright (literally): Priceless.