First, an update. Was relieved when the thunderstorm quickly passed, as thunderstorms are wont to do in the Colorado Rockies. So my one-man theatrical extravaganza, Marco! The Musical, got a paying audience of over 200, many of whom seemed roughly that age. Which is a total kick because I love old people who appreciate dirty jokes.
But there were still some younger people of the Facebook/MySpace variety, including Ben and Kari, a couple who informed me that my last show in Colorado three years ago had been their first date. Kari explained that Ben lived in the same apartment complex and that she invited him to join her to see "this guy who writes about musicals."
"I love musicals," he said.
"Great," she thought. "He's gay."
Turned out he wasn't and they fell in love while reading How I Paid for College out loud to each other. Now they're married.
Once I regained my ability to form sentences, I informed them they have to name their first born Marc.
As new as all that was, it didn't count toward today's New Thing. Since Floyd and I have both been light-headed from the altitude (Colorado Springs is a mile high), we've wanted nothing but greasy food. So I ate a buffalo burger, which tasted pretty much like a regular burger. It also looked like a regular burger, so I took a picture of the smiley face the restaurant put in my tomato bisque soup with olive oil.
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