Blog #11: Me and George Lopez.

I got home today and watched George Lopez on Nick at Nite while eating some Duck and rice, and eggrolls.  While I was munching away, it dawned on me that I never told people the story of me crying in front of George Lopez a year or so ago.

I think there's only a select few (like 3?) people who knew that I did this...yes...cry...and in front of anyone, I had to do it while I shook Mr. Lopez's hand.

So cyber universe, here's your lucky day.

First, it did involve alcohol. (Yea, that pretty much sums up everything that happened next). Secondly, this took place in Austin, Texas when he held a show at the Erwin Center.

Anyway, we had a suite at the Erwin Center filled with food and booze, and of course being that I was in the presence of my friends, I drank. Maybe a tad more than I usually drink, but it was the weekend and I had plenty of time to recover before the work week started again. I know, I'm responsible like that!

So we all kept going, and a drunk Tawn will bring out the following characters (it's sad, that I give each character a name and they are in no particular order):

1. America's Next Best Dance Crew Tawn
2. The world is so sad Tawn
   
3. Happy Tawn
   
4. Bitch Tawn
5. Fighting Tawn
6. Comedic Tawn
7. Philosophical/Preacher Tawn 

Sorry, now to continue on with my story.

The end of the show is wrapping up and I received a backstage pass to go meet Mr. Lopez.  And as I walked backstage into the locker room area where he was meeting and greeting folks, I got in line and patiently waited until it was my turn.  Sort of. I had a friend keep my spot while I sat down because my heels were hurting my feet.

So out of all the places I end up sitting, I chose to sit in an open shower bench next to this older women.  She's Latina for sure, but I didn't know where she was from.  As I was sitting down, I introduced myself happily (Happy Tawn) and talked about how wonderful the show was while in fact, I was drinking, talking, and showing off my fighting skills (or lack thereof)  the whole time during the show and probably caught 15 minutes of it.  By the way, whoever has that footage of me fighting, please delete it, SO embarrassing because I got schooled...twice.  Anyway, for some reason, I started to talk about Mexican American history.

WHY?! WHY?!

So I continued talking, and then she shared her brief history with me as a 2 generation. And what do I do? I freakin' CRIED. Little ole me was crying on a locker room shower bench! Hello, "The  World is so Sad" Tawn.

And as I wailed and talked about indigenous people (again, I do not know WHY and to be honest I forget all of my thought connections then) and the history of Mexican American, I realized that it was almost my turn to shake Mr Lopez's hand.  I stood up and left.

Of course I gave her a hug.

Then the time came. I am standing in front of George Lopez. YES, GEORGE LOPEZ. And what do I say? The first thing that came out of my mouth to George Lopez was, "Did you know Texas used to be Mexico?."  And I proceeded with other facts or, at this point in my stupor, it could've been fiction.

Ladies and gentlemen, I meet someone really great and all I could do was spit out history facts and how fucked up our country is?!

Yup...that's me, yours truly.

So after what seemed like an hour later, I concluded with, "It was GREAT meeting you!" with a huge smile on my face after I wiped my tears.

And that, my friend is my story with George Lopez.

That's all folks, I could talk about my next RALLY experience in Downtown Houston when I thought I was Martin Luther King Jr. But I'll save that for another day.