Random wears pink pants

[krisomniac]

So, in the fruror of getting back from the trip and starting up clinics, I totally forgot to mention the most random brush with fame.

I was at LAX, a little drunk from my little bro's graduation BBQ, about twenty minutes before the red eye to Chicago. There's these very clearly punk guys waiting on the first class line with me (sometimes fathers who travel and rack up the frequent flyer miles is a really good thing). Anyway, they look the way a band is supposed to look -- even at a random American terminal in LAX at midnight -- so much so that you figure they're just a bunch of guys acting like they're in a band.

Except they have groupies (who were all riding coach).

Anyway, the guy sitting next to me asks them if they are musicians. One guy (South African accent) replies they are. I ask my seat buddy to ask them what band. It's Seether. Who I've at least heard of, even if I couldn't recall a tune.

So yeah, brush with fame. Silly story. I slept for six hours beside a post-grunge rock band. They probably saw me drool. :D

Comments

[deirdre-c.livejournal.com]

Where were YOUR groupies? We were all riding back in coach too, getting no sleep at all.