Fame

It's just part of being human, I s'pose. This delight we take from being able to say, "I knew him back when..." or "She used to babysit the Jenkins' little boy... yea, my neighbor... before she got that acting gig..." Much like most of the blogosphere is sure to be doing now that Contagion is a celebrity. There's rumours that he's going to sell off a couple of autographed photos at the Fritz Fest this weekend.

Funny, but when someone is saddled with fame, any item that they may have touched or owned jumps in value. It seems as if people know who's going to make it to the big time, and start collecting whatever they can to sell off at a later date. School books, pens, snot rags... I'd not be a bit suprised if some weirdo was on the hunt for used rubbers.

Fame isn't a destination that is on my roadmap of life. I know this, and I'm cool with it. But I found out that at least one person has high hopes for me. They've even gone and saved some of my trash. "What?" Yeah... and as they told me of it, I could remember. Things were a bit foggy, but they're now very clear.

Remember this post, and my goal? Well, it was done, and done with great aplomb, if I may say. Unfortunately, I did not eat before displacing the contents of the bottle from said bottle, to my stomach. So there was much fogginess. And wobbliness. And falling downness.

One of the things that I did in my drunken stupor, was to sign and date the empty Bombay bottle. As did the bartender who assisted me in it's execution. My autograph reads something along the lines of "Merry Chrimus, Jeebus Caristy 12/23/05" I vaguely remember writing it, and giggling my ass off the whole time. But I do remember the other bartender throwing the bottle in the trash.

Last night, I was informed by a fellow patron that the bottle is safely stashed, awaiting my fifteen minutes of fame. I'm a bit flattered...

Posted by That 1 Guy at January 5, 2006 11:59 AM