Lots has happened in the last three days. So much that I might have to split it up into several posts. We’ll start with the main event.
On Saturday, my husband and I drove down to Austin (with a stopover in Stephenville) to see Chris Hardwick.
I went to Stephenville to get my hair dyed. My appointment was early, so we had to get up at 8:00 am. Yuck.
After hair dyings and lunch, we drove three hours to Austin. Now, at this point, I did not have a pair of panties for Chris Hardwick to sign, because I figured, where better to find some panties than Austin?
We got to Austin with 3 hours until the doors opened at Cap City Comedy. That’s three hours to track down some panties. Seems reasonable.
Okay, first, in my defense, since we were in Austin, I wanted to get some really cool panties. So we go down Guadalupe looking for…I don’t know, a big sign that said, “Cool Panties 4 Sale,” with a bunch of dirty hippies out front.
I’m confident that such a place exists in Austin. But it is not on Guadalupe.
So after coming up empty on Guadalupe, I figured we could stroll down 6th Street, because I know there are panties for sale there. Unfortunately, before we made it to the Panty District, we got drenched in sweat and nearly died of heat exhaustion.
So we headed back to the car, pantiless, with only about an hour left to get to the venue.
We spotted a strip mall on the way, popped in, and, after some deliberation over color, picked a pair of plain old regular panties.
(Okay, I said “we” there, but I was really the one deciding. Adam offered the very helpful opinion of “Whatever you want.”)
Then we went to the show, but there was a problem with our tickets. Adam had purchased them online on Tuesday and received a confirmation email, but we didn’t seem to be on any lists.
Turns out, he accidentally bought tickets for the wrong day because of the confusing nature of the internet. We were still able to get in, but we no longer had super special reserved seating.
It wasn’t that big a deal, because the venue wasn’t terribly huge, so most seats were good seats. However, during the show, Chris kept talking to this one guy Tucker, who had been chatted up by one of the opening acts. Tucker had reserved seats, right at the edge of the stage.
That could have been us! Damn internet.
There were 2 openers. The first guy was great, second guy not as great. Then Chris came out and he was awesome. And he came out to the bar after the show to take pictures with people.
I waited til the very end to approach him. And I’m sad to say that I was the only person who asked him to sign an undergarment.
He was super-nice and even claimed to remember commenting on my blog, which I appreciated very much.
And look! Panties!
That, by the way, is what pi would look like if rendered in pubic hair.
And note where he signed:
So, in summary, Yay me! I have panties signed by Chris Hardwick. Next on the panty-signing list is Louis C.K., who is coming to Fort Worth in November.
Who else will be bringing their panties to that show, I wonder.