Post by fifthrate on Mar 24, 2009 9:30:39 GMT -5
"On the Road Again" or "Cleveland: It’s not just for breakfast anymore."
What can I say about the whirlwind adventure that was Cleveland? Quite a bit actually. Let me begin by pointing out that I am not a spontaneous person by any means. I like to plan things out for months before I do them so asking to tag along with Turtle and K-Mac (CT Forum Pals) was very unlike me but apparently the opportunity to see the Titans yet again overpowers my general insecurities. (Of which there are many.)
So it began after work Friday. I drove to pick up K-Mac (And meet him for the first time!). Once we’d properly introduced ourselves and made ourselves comfortable with the fact that neither of us were serial killers we headed out to meet our Chauffer for the weekend, Turtlemeat. The ride was repleat with new music and conversation. (Thank’s K-Mac for tolerating my lack of conversational skills.) We were suprised as we arrived to see Mr. O’Keefe who had dropped by to wish us a good trip. Soon (After a delicious Kashi Pizza.) we were on the road to Cleveland!
The trip was slow but helped with the conversation, music and we even slipped in a episode of MST3K (The Day the Earth Froze, "SAMPO!") on my portable DVD player. Despite mapquest "boners" galore we somehow we managed to get into Pittsburg and hit the local Motel6. Another MST3K to fall to sleep by. (I saw so little of it before I nodded off I forget which one it was.)
The next morning, Turtle and K-Mac took off to collect cousin Art and once more we were on the road for Cleveland. (This time we omitted the DVD playing to maintain Art’s "Virgin" status when it came to riffing. The lad had never before experienced movie riffing and we decided the live show was the best way to begin his education. We considered creating an "I’m a Virgin" t-shirt for him but time was not our ally.)
After more mapquest hijinks (And a fine tour of the west side of Cleveland. We almost stopped at "Torgos Tattoos" but it turned out it wasn’t "Torgo" at all but some other similiarly spelled word.) we finally found our way to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
Apart from the lobby, no photos were allowed. (That soured the whole expreience for me. What good is a museam you can’t take pictures in?) After a visit through rock and roll history we beat feet toward the theater 5 blocks away. (Now, in normal weather 5 blocks is nothing. In the hypothermic temperatures we faced in Cleveland it was a much more challenging task. Nothing froze off I’m happy to report.)
Once we’d decerned the location of the theater we went off to find food. After a quick query with a hairdresser who’d found K-Mac’s hat quite fetching we found our way to Bricco (Sp?) where we were fortunate to encounter Johnny Longtorso (Another Forum pal). (I must say, for a man who comes in pieces he’s a well constructed fellow.) Once we’d dined on some very well made pizza’s and other nourishment it was time to escape to the Theater and pick up our tickets. (Thanks Johnny, for showing us that shortcut!)
After getting our tickets we were accosted by two vagrants… oh wait no. It was RAD and Stepharooni! At this time we delivered upon RAD the artistic stylings of KandyKave (Mrs. O’Keefe) and a copy of "Watchmen" as we’d discovered in Boston he had not read it. Stepharooni gave me two new pins for the GRANDEST HAT OF ALL and I am still very grateful Steph! I will add them to the hat as soon as I come up with a way to keep them from falling off. I don’t want to lose a single piece of this hat that has become it’s own entity. (I don’t wear it. It rides on my head.)
I took my place in the balcony. Usually, this would not make me happy but again, something about being at a CT show caused my anxeity to relent to a tolerable level. Looking down below I spotted Turtle, K-Mac, Art, Steph and Johnny. I found myself sitting right next to the projector that was about to vomit the Dynamite Brothers upon the screen. Once more David "Gruber" Allen regaled us with his jackassery and ninconpoopery. RAD made us aware of the emergency exits. (I still think you should make that part of the act!) J.Elvis appeared once more to add to the fun and Frank’s Convoluted Man again filled the crowd with mirth and joy. Joel once more displayed a party in his pants (With the help of Gruber.) and the show began. We detected some subtle changes from the Boston show including the omission of a reference to Ann Coulter that Tutrlemeat quite enjoyed. Still, the show was wonderful and well worth the long drive. After the show we scrambled to find eachother again and yak with RAD.
After the failed attempt we continued to the line to meet the Titans once more. Again I forget what I may have said as I found myself in the same state that I had been in Boston. Just hoping my words were coming out correctly. To my benefit I rememberd to bring my copy of "Here Come the Big People" for Trace to sign.
I managed to ask him if he’d take a picture and this is what happened. Too fast it seemed to go and there I was in front of Joel again. Another picture? Why I’d love to! As things wound down we lingered as long as we could and manged to get a few more pics. K-Mac and Joel. J. Elvis and some clod from Jersey (Me). K-Mac and the Frank of All Media. I wish to thank J.Elvis and Frank for their kindness as they were on their way out when they agreed to wait a few more moments to allow us these pictures. Of course, I missed Mary Jo AGAIN! Why is it when I’m in the presence of these people I loose all sense of… sense? I don’t know but I never want that euphoric dysphoria to go away.
Thank you Titans! Thank you again! I can’t wait until you return to the East Coast.
5th
What can I say about the whirlwind adventure that was Cleveland? Quite a bit actually. Let me begin by pointing out that I am not a spontaneous person by any means. I like to plan things out for months before I do them so asking to tag along with Turtle and K-Mac (CT Forum Pals) was very unlike me but apparently the opportunity to see the Titans yet again overpowers my general insecurities. (Of which there are many.)
So it began after work Friday. I drove to pick up K-Mac (And meet him for the first time!). Once we’d properly introduced ourselves and made ourselves comfortable with the fact that neither of us were serial killers we headed out to meet our Chauffer for the weekend, Turtlemeat. The ride was repleat with new music and conversation. (Thank’s K-Mac for tolerating my lack of conversational skills.) We were suprised as we arrived to see Mr. O’Keefe who had dropped by to wish us a good trip. Soon (After a delicious Kashi Pizza.) we were on the road to Cleveland!
The trip was slow but helped with the conversation, music and we even slipped in a episode of MST3K (The Day the Earth Froze, "SAMPO!") on my portable DVD player. Despite mapquest "boners" galore we somehow we managed to get into Pittsburg and hit the local Motel6. Another MST3K to fall to sleep by. (I saw so little of it before I nodded off I forget which one it was.)
The next morning, Turtle and K-Mac took off to collect cousin Art and once more we were on the road for Cleveland. (This time we omitted the DVD playing to maintain Art’s "Virgin" status when it came to riffing. The lad had never before experienced movie riffing and we decided the live show was the best way to begin his education. We considered creating an "I’m a Virgin" t-shirt for him but time was not our ally.)
After more mapquest hijinks (And a fine tour of the west side of Cleveland. We almost stopped at "Torgos Tattoos" but it turned out it wasn’t "Torgo" at all but some other similiarly spelled word.) we finally found our way to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
Apart from the lobby, no photos were allowed. (That soured the whole expreience for me. What good is a museam you can’t take pictures in?) After a visit through rock and roll history we beat feet toward the theater 5 blocks away. (Now, in normal weather 5 blocks is nothing. In the hypothermic temperatures we faced in Cleveland it was a much more challenging task. Nothing froze off I’m happy to report.)
Once we’d decerned the location of the theater we went off to find food. After a quick query with a hairdresser who’d found K-Mac’s hat quite fetching we found our way to Bricco (Sp?) where we were fortunate to encounter Johnny Longtorso (Another Forum pal). (I must say, for a man who comes in pieces he’s a well constructed fellow.) Once we’d dined on some very well made pizza’s and other nourishment it was time to escape to the Theater and pick up our tickets. (Thanks Johnny, for showing us that shortcut!)
After getting our tickets we were accosted by two vagrants… oh wait no. It was RAD and Stepharooni! At this time we delivered upon RAD the artistic stylings of KandyKave (Mrs. O’Keefe) and a copy of "Watchmen" as we’d discovered in Boston he had not read it. Stepharooni gave me two new pins for the GRANDEST HAT OF ALL and I am still very grateful Steph! I will add them to the hat as soon as I come up with a way to keep them from falling off. I don’t want to lose a single piece of this hat that has become it’s own entity. (I don’t wear it. It rides on my head.)
I took my place in the balcony. Usually, this would not make me happy but again, something about being at a CT show caused my anxeity to relent to a tolerable level. Looking down below I spotted Turtle, K-Mac, Art, Steph and Johnny. I found myself sitting right next to the projector that was about to vomit the Dynamite Brothers upon the screen. Once more David "Gruber" Allen regaled us with his jackassery and ninconpoopery. RAD made us aware of the emergency exits. (I still think you should make that part of the act!) J.Elvis appeared once more to add to the fun and Frank’s Convoluted Man again filled the crowd with mirth and joy. Joel once more displayed a party in his pants (With the help of Gruber.) and the show began. We detected some subtle changes from the Boston show including the omission of a reference to Ann Coulter that Tutrlemeat quite enjoyed. Still, the show was wonderful and well worth the long drive. After the show we scrambled to find eachother again and yak with RAD.
After the failed attempt we continued to the line to meet the Titans once more. Again I forget what I may have said as I found myself in the same state that I had been in Boston. Just hoping my words were coming out correctly. To my benefit I rememberd to bring my copy of "Here Come the Big People" for Trace to sign.
I managed to ask him if he’d take a picture and this is what happened. Too fast it seemed to go and there I was in front of Joel again. Another picture? Why I’d love to! As things wound down we lingered as long as we could and manged to get a few more pics. K-Mac and Joel. J. Elvis and some clod from Jersey (Me). K-Mac and the Frank of All Media. I wish to thank J.Elvis and Frank for their kindness as they were on their way out when they agreed to wait a few more moments to allow us these pictures. Of course, I missed Mary Jo AGAIN! Why is it when I’m in the presence of these people I loose all sense of… sense? I don’t know but I never want that euphoric dysphoria to go away.
Thank you Titans! Thank you again! I can’t wait until you return to the East Coast.
5th