Venting time.

I want to be clear that I really don't care about meeting celebrities. Sure it's kind of interesting to see them when they come through, but if I don't, it's no big deal. There are, however, a few exceptions to that rule. Last night was one. Brian May. I know most of you probably don't know who that is, so I will clarify, Brian May is the lead guitarist of my favorite band, Queen. He came to see the first show last night. Came right through the lobby like anyone else. Didn't even call ahead or demand VIP seats.
I didn't have the slightest clue he was there.
After he had left, Skip was sitting by me at our meal break and casually leaned forward saying "Did you know we did have a VIP tonight. He was in Queen. Ryan May or something like that."
I'm guess my reaction was not what he expected. I'm sure he had anticipated the normally calm and cool Chad to reply, "Really? That's very interesting. No, I did not see him."
Instead he got Maniac Chad
"What!?!?!? And you didn't call me?!?!?! You dirty son of a... I should rip your mustache off!!!! Damnit!!! Off all the no account rotten... penguin eating... if I had a tank I'd..."
Allright not that bad. But I was a little angry and disappointed. Not that I would have asked for an autograph or any obnoxious crap like that. I just would have liked to have said hello.