I know. I know that I should be writing about the incredible time I had in Guatemala.
And I did have an incredible time.
But y’all. I have to tell you what happened to me on the plane coming back. I just have to. I won’t be able to fully express Guatemala until I get this story off of my chest.
So, yesterday I boarded a flight from Miami to Dallas. I found my seat, shoved my bags into their appropriate slots, and then sat in my seat. A few moments later, my friend Sean sat beside me. That put me in the aisle seat, Sean in the middle, and someone we didn’t know at the window.
As I usually do, I glanced over to see who the other person in our area was.
“She looks familiar,” I thought. I glanced again. No. It can’t be.
Patty Griffin was sitting within arm’s reach of me.
Now, if you don’t know who Patty Griffin is, leave right now, drive to Target, or Wal-Mart, or Best Buy, or whatever, and buy one of her CDs. I don’t care which one. And then on your drive back home, put it in your CD player, and listen to it. Listen to it all. Even if you have to sit in your driveway to finish it up. And then go inside and listen to it with headphones. You’ll get a richer listening experience. AND THEN go to her website to see if she’s performing anywhere near you. Put it on your calendar.
There, are we all back now? Okay, so in case you haven’t noticed Patty Griffin is one of my all time favorite singer/songwriters. And here she was sitting RIGHT THERE. I whispered to my friend who she was, and he asked if I wanted to switch seats.
I just couldn’t. For her safety, and for my sanity, I just couldn’t.
So I sat where I was, promised myself I wouldn’t say anything to her until we landed, and then had this internal monologue.
Gah, Patty Griffin is sitting RIGHT THERE.
Keep it cool Campbell. Don’t stare at her.
Oh my gosh, I was staring at her, I hope she didn’t notice.
What would happen if I started just humming her songs. Would that creep her out?
That would definitely creep her out.
It would creep me out.
I love her cowboy boots.
I wish I had cowboy boots.
If I was wearing cowboy boots, I could start a conversation about them.
“Oh Patty, I see you wear cowboy boots. As you can see, I do as well.”
Never mind, that’s creepy too.
PATTY GRIFFIN WEARS STRIPED SOCKS UNDER HER COWBOY BOOTS.
Wow Campbell, that was a somewhat unnecessary reaction to striped socks.
Then I just tried to fall asleep. It was best for everyone.
Finally, we landed in Dallas. My friend Sean, saw me glancing over, so he grinned and then leaned back. Here was my chance.
I leaned over and tapped Patty on the arm.
“Um, I’m so sorry to bother you, but are you Patty Griffin?”
She smiled slightly and said yes.
*deep breath* “I told him I knew it was you! And I promised that I wouldn’t say anything until we landed because I didn’t want to bother you!”
But it actually came out more like *nervous giggle* Iknewitwasyou! I told him it was you. *nervous giggle* IpromisedIwouldn’ttalktoyouuntilwelandedbecauseIdidn’twanttobotheryou. *high-pitched nervous giggle*
I believe she said “Thanks,” but I was distracted by the roaring in my ears.
Then I told her how much I enjoyed her music, and how talented I thought she was. She shyly thanked me again, and I leaned back in my seat, willing myself not to stare at her.
When we got off, Sean offered to get her guitar down.
HE TOUCHED HER GUITAR.
And then he grinned at me. This man, who had never even heard of Patty Griffin until that moment, one-upped me.
But we all know that if I had offered to get her guitar down, i would have dropped it, shattered it into a million pieces, and then cried inconsolably.
Let’s just say that the way things played out was in the best interest of everybody involved.
Oh, and I snuck a cell phone picture. I couldn’t resist 🙂