Zeit Dafür Schadenfreude!
Almost three years ago, I got to meet the Barenaked Ladies. At the time, I was a huge fan. I won a contest, which is how I got to meet them. I have to say that they were not so thrilled about having to meet fans that night. After three minutes with them, I really did want a hole to open up and swallow me. They just weren’t in the mood to talk, and I suspect by the odor that was in the basement hallway, my presence might have interrupted their dinner. It took me months to get over the disappointment I felt. I stopped listening to their music after that night. I had been on fan boards for weeks before I met them, asking others what to expect, and everyone was like, “oh they’re great, you’ll have a fun time, blah, blah, blah.” Well, it didn’t turn out that way at all and I was devastated. Anyway, for some reason, I got online the other night and looked up Ed Robertson and Steven Page on Wikipedia. I found out that Robertson was involved in a plane crash (he survived) but the money shot was Steven Page, who left his wife and was busted for possession of cocaine. I’m happy when people are nasty to me and their life goes in the toilet. So if you are nasty to me, eventually your life will go into the toilet. And I will smile.