I don't think this will ever get old. I'm the runty farm kid, he grew up behind the feed mill. And here we are, pulling up to the Saddledome in a nice shiny... Yellow Checker Cab... because that's how we unfamous non-rock-stars roll....and there's the red carpet and the deafening roar of screaming fans.
The red carpet people open the car doors for us, and I swung my huge high heeled boots out and stood up, clutching my husband's hand, blinking at the crowd. Last year, it went too fast; I vowed that if I ever got a chance to do it again, I'd do it right. Slow it down. Interact with the people, you know, the fans, even though they're not my fans. I'll just borrow them for a few seconds. I'll make my time beside the spotlight really count!
But this year's carpet was pretty short. And once I was there, I sort of melted into shaky hands and trembling lips and that awful dry-top-lip-stuck-to-teeth problem.
But I was there, dammit! And friends, this is what it looks like:
Ahhhhh who's in that caaaaab omigaaawwwwwwd AAUUUUUGGHHHH WHOOOOOO LOOK WHO IT IS.... it's... look, look, it's....
Who is that? Do you know them? Is that the guy from that band with the.... no that's not him... is it her, is she famous? She's not Alanis is she? No, too short. I don't get it... WHERE ARE ALL THE FAMOUS PEOPLE????
It was bizarrely comical seeing the confused faces. I don't think all these people realized how many unrecognizable people would be strutting, or, ambling dazedly, down the red carpet. I didn't bother to yell over the noise that I am accompanying a Juno nominee who was last year's winner. Most people don't even know what a recording engineer does. (Including a few people I chatted to at the after-parties, haha!) So we just walked, stunned, amazed at how different this one was than last year's, knowing that we will never get used to this... it will always be amazing.
We were with three other nominees, which was good because then we looked stunned as a larger, more secure group! Man, those screamers were loud!
Further down the line, I took another picture. It was more like this:
Well, I'm not really sure who they are, but I think I'll smile at them anyways, because they might be somebody and I'm just not hip enough to know them, so I'll smile.
Um, should I take a picture of them? Maybe I will just in case, y'know, like if I see them in the paper tomorrow because it turns out they really are somebodies, and then I can tell everybody that I took their picture! But maybe I should save room on the camera for when Avril gets here...
So here we are, on the way into the building. I was trying to solve the dry-top-lip-stuck-to-upper-teeth problem when the camera went off. And of course, my lovely cute husband gives his reliable smile. He is the most solid person on the planet!
We tried to get another picture, without the whole stuck lip thing, but of course, I am the most unreliable person, and just can't be trusted to behave, even in pictures...during fits of nervous giggles...
Who are these people? You know what, I'm just gonna stand here until Feist shows up....