Close Encounters of the Non-Jon Kind
of Iowa, Memorial Union
September 15, 2002
At the beginning of September,
I went to a student activity forum and found a flier advertising Lewis Black's
upcoming performance. I was psyched because I had missed him when he had been
in my hometown on Labor Day. I bought my ticket as soon as I could and drove
my friends crazy talking about it. I couldn't get anyone to go with me, so I
went alone. I took my camera with me, hoping I might be able to get a picture
with Lewis or at least a candid of him on stage. Unfortunately, I didn't have
the guts to take one, especially after he ripped into an audience member whose
cell phone started ringing. It was funny, but I didn't want that to be me.
As the audience filed out
afterward, I fought against the current, trying to find someone in charge. I
asked one usher if he knew if I could get a picture with Lewis Black. He said
to look for a lady in a red T-shirt that said "Event Staff" on the back. I looked,
but I couldn't find her. So I asked another usher. She asked a guy with a portable
radio, and he told me to hang around for a minute. I stood around in the hallway,
feeling like a moron. I had been afraid there would be too many fans and I wouldn't
be able to get my picture. But now I was afraid that he just didn't do fan pictures
or something. I had almost convinced myself to leave, since it was just me and
the ushers, who were starting to clean up. But then, one of the doors opened
and there was Lewis Black. There were some other people too, but I didn't really
notice them. The first usher I had asked pointed to me and said, "There she
is," as I walked up asking, "Can I get a picture?"
Lewis Black was really nice,
very willing to stand with me for the picture. I had chosen to wear my Daily
Show T-shirt, and as we stood waiting for the camera to go off (the battery
was dying), he said, "Did you steal that?" referring to my shirt. I couldn't
respond. The usher took two pictures, and then, as I was walking off, the usher
handed my one of the promotional posters from the event that Lewis Black had
signed. I said thank you, but I don't think anyone heard me. I was so excited,
I was breathless. I ran all the way home, eager to share my happiness and excitement
with my roommates. They thought I was nuts, but I didn't care.
I didn't really say anything
to Lewis Black, but he seemed very nice. I think he wears the same cologne my
late grandfather did.
Added October 28, 2002.