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Aug. 18th, 2006 11:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clodia_risaLast night, I went to see Carlos Mencia do stand up.
In the hour before the show, I stood around with Matt and people-watched. There was one girl a few feet away from us reading Terry Pratchett. She would read a few pages of Hogfather, put the book down, look around for a minute, and then read a few more pages.
I wanted desperately to go over and whisper into her ear "The Turtle Moves!"
In a world that went down the other trouser, she looked up, and smiled, and we started a conversation about how wonderful Pratchett is, which spanned his pop-cultural references, his puns, his philosophy, and why he should be required reading. The conversation would have been so incredible that after the show we would have gotten together for a shake at The Grill, and I would have found my first real female friend in Athens. We would consequently get together and discuss various geekery together.
In another trouser, she turned out to be a complete boor.
In another trouser, she freaked out at having someone come up behind her and whisper in her ear, which made me apologize profusely for bothering her, and made me feel somewhat uneasy during the show, and the rest of the evening.
As it was, I didn't say anything. I didn't think about her once the show started, and didn't again until today. And more than likely, we would have made vaguely interesting conversation until the show started, and then never spoken to each other again. Because Terry Pratchett isn't some sort of secret society, nor a minor author that only a handful of people have heard of. If I had seen someone wearing an Audience shirt, then I would have said something.
Instead, I people-watched with Matt. And enjoyed the show.
In the hour before the show, I stood around with Matt and people-watched. There was one girl a few feet away from us reading Terry Pratchett. She would read a few pages of Hogfather, put the book down, look around for a minute, and then read a few more pages.
I wanted desperately to go over and whisper into her ear "The Turtle Moves!"
In a world that went down the other trouser, she looked up, and smiled, and we started a conversation about how wonderful Pratchett is, which spanned his pop-cultural references, his puns, his philosophy, and why he should be required reading. The conversation would have been so incredible that after the show we would have gotten together for a shake at The Grill, and I would have found my first real female friend in Athens. We would consequently get together and discuss various geekery together.
In another trouser, she turned out to be a complete boor.
In another trouser, she freaked out at having someone come up behind her and whisper in her ear, which made me apologize profusely for bothering her, and made me feel somewhat uneasy during the show, and the rest of the evening.
As it was, I didn't say anything. I didn't think about her once the show started, and didn't again until today. And more than likely, we would have made vaguely interesting conversation until the show started, and then never spoken to each other again. Because Terry Pratchett isn't some sort of secret society, nor a minor author that only a handful of people have heard of. If I had seen someone wearing an Audience shirt, then I would have said something.
Instead, I people-watched with Matt. And enjoyed the show.
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