In Which I Almost Meet Flight of the Conchords
My friend Scotland works in post production and has just finished work on a big documentary. “Come along to the screening” he asked me.
“What’s it about?”
“A New Zealand artist, just about her works and her life”.
“Hmmm” I mumble.
“Be here at 5.30″ he finishes.
Scotland knows I have the attention span of about 30 seconds. He always seems a bit cautious inviting me to these types of things. Ya know, the type of things where you have to look interested and act like a adult.
“It’s at the Park Road theatre” he says. This meant nothing to me. I was just like “Wut? Must be a new theatre”. As it happens, it was a private theatre owned by Peter Jackson. We met up with the director and she showed us the cinema. It was absolutely beautiful. There were tiny stars on the ceiling and the decoration was just so elaborate and pretty. Then we stood in the lobby for a bit, everybody talking and looking professional, and me standing there feeling like a big dope. I never fit in well with those types of crowds. I try. I really do. I have lovely manners when I want to and I make an effort to sound intelligent and chatty. However I’m quite sure I just come across as The Random Chick With The Lip Ring.
Someone shuffled past me and I heard a “Bret!” So I look. Next to me was Bret Mackenzie from FotC. I freeze, look to the other side of me and see Jermaine.
This is the part where I’d like to say: And then, I smile confidently at the boys and tell them how much I love their show, I’m a big fan. Thanks so much for the giggles, you guys are fantastic.
However what really happened was: Pretty much nothing. I stand frozen with probably a creepy look on my face, with a billion thoughts going through my head at once. “Holy crap there’s Flight of the Conchords. Ask for a photo. No wait! You don’t have your camera. Your phone has a camera on it! 2 megapixel is good enough for Myspace! This is so not an appropriate time to ask for a photo. They’re with their girlfriends. Theres a whole bunch of professional people in here. They will look down on you for being a creepy fanatic. Quick, say something intelligent to your friend”.
I don’t think I managed the last part. I compensated by pulling out my cellphone to text. This makes me look uninterested and like I have some sort of purpose, I reasoned. When really, I was texting my brother. Hly shit, stnding nxt 2 flight of th conchords!
Hehe. I am so lame at the best of times.
