The most amazing thing ever

Identity hidden until I hear back from her, if you
can dig it.

We were in the confines of Union Park for maybe eight minutes when a person utterly unknown to me walked up and said "Hi, I know this will sound weird, but could you autograph this?" and she had a printed-out sheet with your blogger's avatar dealie thereon.  I thought that this had to be a prank, that Kelley or Sam or someone had put her up to it.  But then she looked around and said "Oh, you're Kyle.  And the Bride.  Where's the bun?"  Turns out she was one of the more ardent followers of this here organ, and she had found it through the old "Hundred Dollar Heat" video of R Ring at the Texas State House, where it says "this song was written by Nick Eddy, Chooch and myself."  A google search lead her here, poor dear.

Shocked, sundappled.

I screwed it all up later, however, because I said "Let's meet back up here [points at certain pole and trash can] at six and we can watch the Breeders show!"  And I meant it.  It turned out that Matt the Mink Drummer from aeons past was the stage manager for the whole deal and he ended up getting us on the side stage (too many pictures to follow). Glancing around from sidestage, I saw our new friend gesturing out in the throng, but was absolutely powerless to do anything about it, I mean we weren't supposed to be there, even, and it really had nothing to do with Breeders pull that it happened at all.  I then did my best "can't be helped!" and "write to me [typing]!" gestures. So that was awkward.

Anyway, the whole thing was like falling into a strange dream where the blog actually, y'know, counts.

And thanks to mbigmistake: you made my day/week/month/year/career!