|neil gaiman is a real hoopy frood who really knows where his towel is
||[Jul. 31st, 2008|02:37 am]
|||||neil didn't say hi by the way, but i'm going to pretend he did.||]|
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My train was delayed about 30 minutes. When it finally arrived I got a text from beth that said "Neil and Amanda got hungry, you can meet them at 335 columbus". I took a taxi all of what amounted to three blocks to find Neil and Amanda just sitting down to dinner (with a third chair, I was happy to see). my brain went:
"AMANDA FREAKING PALMER! NEIL FREAKING GAIMAN!"
And then this other weird part of my mind went "YOU'RE KYLE FREAKING CASSIDY! GAAAH!"
But I am pleased to report that I just dropped my luggage and said "is this where all the rock stars hang out?"
Neil Gaiman is a total charmer. Srsly. I've only ever read things that said "omfg! neil gaiman is so freaking awesome!" and ... well, that's about it. we had dinner. We talked about the upcoming book, we talked about music and movies, and how weird and wonderful it is to have people come up to you on the street and say "I got a tattoo of .....[your signature, your photo, your character]" ... then we hied back to Castle Amanda and climbed up through the cloud club, through a skylight, and onto the roof where the cool air washed over us and the city was wide open before us. i felt like i was a part of something grand. and not because of who i was with or what we were doing, but because i was alive and a great metropolis streatched before me like an awaiting tableau saying "write your life here" ... we climbed to the peak of the house and all sat in silence looking out for a while. the tempertaure was perfect.
"Since I left high school," I said, after a long, contemplative silence, "my life has been going up, and up, and up. I feel like every day is better than the one before."
"I'm happy," said Amanda, looking at me, and then out across the cool vastness, with a lone skyscraper in the distance as witness.
"Life is really wonderful," said Neil.
And sitting there, looking out over the rooftops of Boston, I thought about all the hard work -- all the crap I put up with in jr. high school -- from all those jerks who peaked in 11th grade and spent their time trying to come up with new ways to make me feel miserable, all the bad times, and how everything just seemed right now to be exactly where it should be. neil was right.
Life is really wonderful.
Work hard, believe in yourself, enable your dreams, seek out creative people. Hang on. Tenaciously. Always be a force for good.
and ... when we came back inside, I discovered that someone (Lee probably) had made the absolute most lovely nest for me to sleep in. Which is where I'm currently laying, listening to a really great Cover of Tear in My Hand on youtube.
Amanda went to bed. Neil and I went downstairs to look at photos. He said "I'm just going to post a quick blog entry." And I said, "Well, if you're going to do that, then so am i!"
Ladies and gentlemen, amanda freaking palmer and Neil freaking Gaiman!
Taken by Kyle Freaking Cassidy!