In less than twenty-four hours, Bill Cosby will be performing on NMU's campus. In a little more than twenty-four hours, I have the opportunity to meet the man that I watched for so many years on t.v.
Mmmmmgaaaaaah.
This is really surreal. As crazy-surreal as New York was, this is even more so because I never expected something this big to happen upon NAE. And I'm so excited for the group and this opportunity. The meeting last night was electric. You could just feel everyone's excitement. It was a fantastic feeling; knowing that everyone's worked really hard on this and knowing that this group deserves to have somethign this good happen to them because they're such a fabulous group of people. And as cheesy as I sound, I'm so glad that I have the opportunity to be a part of this and to help lead them.
Crazy.
It's also amazing how many friggen details there are for this show. Seriously, there is more stuff for this show than there's been for our past two concerts. It's insane. Yes, he's a legend, but this is rediculous. We spent the majority of the meeting figuring out the final details and going over itineraries. I then spent 45 more minutes after the meeting figuring out more details. Good GOD the details. Fwaaah.
Things like carpetting for the stage and people introducing him and freakin' dress codes (khakis, people--please--we all need a good pair anyway, thanks) and food and meeting times and attendance policies (again, for the zillionth time--just EMAIL US if you ain't gonna be there--it's not rocket science) and pictures and ushers and....
Yeah. Fwwaaaaah.
Not that it's not totally worth it because it so is.
Holy hell. Less than twenty-four hours.
And now, to cap off the night...
Two sure-fire ways you know you're in the U.P.:
1. you see a snowplow going down the street when there's no. snow. Because only Yoopers could get that excited about the half inch predicted in the seven-day forecast.
2. you hear a commercial for a cosmetics counter in Escanaba and the tagline is "they'll make you look prettier than a twelve-point buck on opening day of hunting season." Seriously. I could not make this up.
Ciao, dahling!
~*Krissy*~