No Meets, No Greets – The Curse of Xena
Some readers might wonder about “The Curse of Xena” so I am re-posting what I wrote on the Fan Club site sometime after the GNT ended. Over almost three years and twelve or maybe thirteen events where I was in the same place as Adam Lambert – I always left empty-handed!
No hug, no smile, no handshake, no eye contact, just nothing, nada, not even in the neighbourhood. The Glambertinas, my dearest Glam girlfriends now refer to The Curse of Xena or to make it a little more palatable, the “jinx”. After the Melody Tent experience, they will tell me I have a “special, VIP” seat – on the opposite side of the theatre or tent, whatever the venue. During that performance, Adam fleetingly stood in front of our section but upon seeing the mark of the ‘X’ at the foot of our aisle, he promptly crossed the stage to the other side.
It was this show I had decided to shoot with the video camera. Like a good piece of needlepoint, the show looks just as good on the back as the front. My seatmates did not find this comforting however, they expected to see faces and full frontals, not tushies, adorable as they all are, as is Longineu’s bare back – whew!
After a couple of songs, Juneau and our friend Ellen suggested I might like to go to the other side and maybe stand in the doorway from which I would have a clear view of the stage and they would have Adam facing them. I declined the offer, they gave me the cool shoulder and looked around for empty seats.
I can dream can’t I?
Sometimes after a scotch or two, I might let my mind wander and I recall meeting Adam, then I wake-up to realize that it was only a story I made up, not reality. I’ve made up a lot of stories.
My legendary wrong time/wrong place incidents have been well documented, so I won’t list them here, but I have been to eight of Adam’s performances and stood in the rain outside Much Music. zero
Has this stopped me from writing, blogging, tweeting, talking on our radio show, posting on Facebook – about Adam Lambert? No. And now this Fan Club? Someone needs to throw a glass of ice water in my face What were you thinking?!
Perhaps my muse is a distant spirit, one who exists on a different plane than the one to which I am relegated. Obviously everyone else is on the Adam plane and I’m the one floating in the obscurity of my own imagination. Anyone else suffering the same fate as I? Can we start a support group? It will be secret because no one else wants to read our whingy and whiny laments.
Painful and deadly
You will understand then why I won’t be reading any of your I MET HIM, I DIED AND WENT TO HEAVEN, HE’S SO GORGEOUS, HE GLOWS, HIS EYES ARE RIVETING, HE’S SO NICE!!! -anecdotes and it’s even painful to see the avatars on my page, you and he, smiling side by side. Perhaps I could pixilate your faces, you would understand would you not?
Some time ago, I wrote about Xena’s macabre death as an opera, so now what do I do? I’ll just have to cry in my pillow embroidered with silk of the rarest moths by rainforest dwelling virgins and edged with lace crocheted by Irish Protestant nuns with linen spun from the flax gathered from an oasis in the Valley of the Queens in Egypt as the sun rises on even numbered days of the Babylonian calendar.
p.s. I did receive many requests for membership in my support group- more on that later.