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I was on a flight from Italy to the United States after 5 months of studying abroad when "Dude" sat down next to me. His long black hair and grunge attire lead me to believe he was a band member, but one of significance? "Meh, not on this flight," I thought. Apparently I was wrong.
Our conversation went something like this...
Dude: What were you doing in Italy?
Awkward Emily: Studying abroad. You?
Dude: Playing a few shows. I'm in a band.
Awkward Emily: Oh yeah? What one?
Dude: Queens of the Stone Age.
Awkward Emily: Never heard of you.
Dude: ...Oh. We're pretty big. Want to hear a song?
Dude pulls out iPod and hands me a headphone. I listened to approximately :30 seconds...
Awkward Emily: << Shrug >> Not really my kind of music.
Dude: << Silence >>...<< Takes back headphone and turns head away. >>
I then proceeded to fall asleep. After multiple wake-myself-up-from-bobbing-my-head moments, I slipped into a deep slumber. We all know what happens in that stage when you're stuck on a plane & have nowhere to rest your head. You do the sloooow lean. And then you drool.
After about an hour, I woke up only to find my head half way on his shoulder and, yes, I was drooling. Let me say this again. I was drooling on the dude from Queens of the Stone Age's shoulder. Like, really, can I be more ridiculous?! Apparently I can, because I then simply readjusted myself and proceeded to fall back asleep.
When I woke up, "Dude" had moved seats, and I have been forever archived in his mind as the girl who insulted his music and then drooled on his shoulder.
Lollapalooza is the first encounter I will have with him since the incident. Think he'll remember me?
Care to dance? Follow my lead.