after I kicked* megan, my friends convinced me that I couldn't just not go talk to him, so I grabbed my Massey Hall ticket (still in my wallet with about 7 other concert tickets) and my Sharpie and Erin and I ran off after him, and finally caught up with him in the entrance to the subway. He signed my ticket (and laughed at me for still having it) and then he signed Erin's U2 CD, I apologized for bothering him, and he said it was okay, and that he had to go, but he'd see us around. essentially, my day couldn't have gotten any better.
I met Patrick Pentland for the second time when Sloan played the Detroit Tastefest in June of this year. I had talked briefly with Chris, and then I saw Patrick, so I headed over to where he was standing. He was just about ready to go backstage and get ready for the show. I have never been nervous meeting guys in bands, or the other three members of Sloan, but I always seem to be nervous when I talk to Mr. Pentland... This is what I remember, anyway.
Me: "Patrick!"
Patrick: "Yes?"
Me: "Hi, ummm, how's it going?"
Patrick: "Good."
Me: "Listen, I have a question for you..."
[At this point I realize that just above the top of his t-shirt, I can see
a bit of the "Pentland chest hair". I had heard rumors about it, but
damn, there it was...]
Patrick: "Yeah, what is it?"
[The man looked nervous, as if he was afraid I was going to ask
him something really personal. Meanwhile, I was trying to look
back up at his face, but my gaze kept drifting down to that damn
chest hair. God, I can only hope he didn't notice, but then again, in
posting this story, he'll know now. Hope he's got a sense of humor.]
Me: "Do you ever look at the websites out there that are devoted to
you? I know a couple of the people who run them, and they were
wondering if you do."
[I had promised to ask if I got the chance, knowing Miss Rhiannon
and the other webmasters. Besides that, it was a good excuse to
talk to the man.]
Patrick: [visibly relieved that the question was not a personal one,
big smile on his face] "Yeah, of course I do."
Me: "Well, cool, I'll let them know. Ummm, Could I get a picture
with you?"
Patrick: "Sure, of course."
[We get someone near to take the pic, he was super sweet about
it. Leaned in, the whole bit. Even smiled (as much as he ever
smiles).]
Patrick: "I've really got to get going."
Me: "Oh yeah, thanks! Bye Patrick, nice meeting you."
Patrick: "Bye."
The end... sort of...
So I get the pictures back, and who do I see standing behind us, but Miss Sandra, Patrick's longtime girlfriend. She had watched the whole thing, and I'm sure she noticed I was checking out her boyfriend. I was so busy staring at him that I didn't even notice she was standing there. I can only say that I hope she has a really good sense of humor...
goin' back?