it's been over one week since my evening with paul, but i still find myself glowing simply reflecting on the evening.

for the majority of the show, i was disgruntled. the crowd was a strange mixture of hollywood yuppies, asian yuppies snorting coke, and the bitter jaded ravers of yore.

i did not enjoy being elbowed in the face or having to squeeze my way past monolithic people.

but the end of the evening redeemed it all. my friend was able to take some very cool photos...

it pays to have tall friends.

...and once the autograph demanding crowd dissipated, my friend and i caught the attention of his wife, to whom we handed a memento of my creation. she gently smiled in return. overwhelmed, i barely squeaked a "thank you", blushed, and we exited the venue.

i awoke with a grin the following morning.