Sunday, November 05, 2006

What I did this weekend...

VERSION 1:

A little background: My sister and I were big-time Supertramp fans when we were kids. Roger Hodgson left Supertramp in the early 80's, but continues to tour and perform mostly Supertramp songs (well... he wrote them, so they're his anyway).

For my sister's birthday, I took her to see Roger Hodgson on Friday night. She was thrilled! She's a single mom of 3, and doesn't usually get to do stuff like this.

The show was mostly "unplugged" and acoustic, but it still kicked ass. We had an awesome time, singing along to all our favourite tunes and remembering good times of yore.


When the show was over, we went home. On Saturday, I hosted my sister’s birthday dinner. We enjoyed a family meal and ate a cake that Main Man baked. Then everyone went home.


VERSION 2:

A little background: My sister and I were big-time Supertramp fans when we were kids. Roger Hodgson left Supertramp in the early 80's, but continues to tour and perform mostly Supertramp songs (well... he wrote them, so they're his anyway).

For my sister's birthday, I took her to see Roger Hodgson on Friday night. She was thrilled! She's a single mom of 3, and doesn't usually get to do stuff like this.

The show was mostly "unplugged" and acoustic, but it still kicked ass. We had an awesome time, singing along to all our favourite tunes and remembering good times of yore.

After the show, I said to my Sis, “Wait here.” I snuck backstage and caught up with Mr. Hodgson. I said “Hey, it’s my sister’s birthday. I’m having a dinner for her tomorrow. Wanna come?”

Naturally, he said yes.

Rodg (it’s what I call him now) arrived early on Saturday to help inflate balloons and put up decorations. He’s really quite good at that. Anyway, he and Main Man had a laugh in the kitchen when they got icing aaaalllllll over the toaster oven. They’re so silly together, those two.

When my family started arriving, Rodg hid in our bedroom. He was giggling loudly behind the door, so Main Man had to go and ask him to stop, otherwise, well… the surprise would have been ruined. Completely silly, I tell you.

When Sis got here, Rodg could barely contain himself and burst out of the bedroom! Sis was FLOORED! Rodg grabbed Main Man’s guitar and started singing “Sister Moonshine”. Well, as you can imagine, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house.

We had a fabulous meal, cooked by me, of course. Rodg helped a bit, but he had mostly wanted to oversee the decorations, which was cool with me. After cake and coffee, we adjourned to the rec room and broke into a group version of “Give a Little Bit”. Such good times.

Afterwards, I drove Rodg back to his hotel. He got out, and before I pulled off, I noticed he had forgotten his piece of cake in foil on the back seat. I ran into the hotel lobby and reached him just before he got into the elevator.


I said, "Rodg! Wait! You forgot your cake!" He slapped his forehead and said "D'oh!", and then we both laughed.

I thanked him for coming over, and he said "Anytime, Berry. Happy to do it." What a guy. He's British, you know.

Then I went home.

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