It's Official....I'm a Groupie

Sure, I know I said I'd be watching the Super Bowl festivities from my couch but suddenly I found myself in downtown Houston walking the streets with thousands of other idiots.
I am not sure why there were so many people down there. There was a big stage called The Main Event and some third rate bands were playing (certainly no one famous) and there were some beverage and food booths but nothing else. The bars and bistros were open but I couldn't figure out what the draw was. Then I realized why these people were here, for the same reason WE were there, to bask in the Super Bowl glory and to catch a glimpse of some celebrities.

Before I knew it, I was standing in front of Hotel Icon with a bunch of teenage girls holding notepads and sharpies hoping to see stars. We scrutinized every limo that drove in and out of the garage and I had a conversation with a little boy who told me The Rock was inside and how his mom LOVED The Rock and was hoping to get his autograph. I said to the little guy, "I think all mommies love The Rock." I also understood why this lady loved him after I saw her sad troll of a husband.

So, I'm standing there, behind a barricade thinking, "This is a sign of the end of civilization. I am 31 years old and I'm standing in front of a hotel hoping to see someone famous. I have sunk to a brand spanking new low."
At that very moment, I saw Dave Navarro walk out of the door. I realized that no one recognized him at first and before I knew what I was doing, I heard myself scream, "IT'S DAVE NAVARRO!!!!!!!!!!!" The crowd then started screaming too.
It was an odd mixture of pure excitement and total shame. I am a commom groupie.

God help me.

Before that horrid incident, I felt some pride for my city. Houston has never looked better. The skyline district downtown looks like someone scrubbed it clean. The buildings are beautiful, the trendy bars and bistros are so attractive. There are sculpture fountains everywhere so that no matter where you are downtown, you have this uncontrollable urge to urinate.

Will Houston look this good next weekend? Probably not, but it's nice to know we have potential.

Posted by De at February 1, 2004 02:51 PM