'You come late, ya get fucked with!' by Kara
Saturday, October 18, 2008 at 9:19 AM

So this past Thursday, I pulled an early Christmas present out of my family to take Co-Writer to Robin Williams's tour stop in Richmond. (Hey, it's cheaper than going to Engrand again, especially if I were to get stranded in Paris.) Co-Writer has been on-and-off sick for quite a while now, thus continuing to thwart our every plan to get him down here for a bit, but I had a feeling he'd drag himself through broken glass to get to this.

See, a ticket to Robin-sama's previous tour (the closest stop being in D.C.) was my 21st birthday present about six years ago. I knew at that point that himself was almost as big a fan as I am, so I offered him the second ticket. However, being in Massachusetts, it was a little tough for him to come down ... so he missed the show, I got to go backstage, and I've been tormenting him with that for years.

'You know, the guy's over 50,' I said. 'He ain't gonna tour again. You've missed a once-in-a-lifetime chance.'

Then Robin-sama announced his Weapons of Self Destruction tour with a surprisingly nearby stop, and I had to eat my words. I knew I would want to go again. I knew that buying tickets would break me. So I explained to my g'rents and said two tickets as a Christmas present would be more than enough for me. I offered Co-Writer one, telling him that it was on a weeknight, and he said arse it, he'd go no matter what.

Priorities, man, priorities.

And yeah, he dragged himself there having been at the doctor all day and with a fever. Bloody drove himself. Normally I would give him hell for doing that to himself, but this was a special case and I knew I would do exactly the same. (Right now, I'm just hoping that the drive isn't what made him worse.)

I'll tell you, though. As big a fan as I am, I don't think I would've enjoyed it half as much as I did if I'd been alone. And Co-Writer really was the one to go with. He was looking damn rough, but when Robin-sama came out onstage ... damned if he didn't look so freakin' happy.

So I'm glad I could do that for both of us.

Keep the boy in your thoughts ... he's doing pretty bloody bad. An' I know we all want him better so I can pick on him. Once he's back on his feet, I'm sure you'll be seeing lots of quotes from the show becoming rant titles.

If you have been, you sure watch a lot of Nickelodeon.