| Al was being inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame! It was all the Stupid Club’s doing, too. We had passed around petitions, we’d picketed in front of the Hall of Fame, we’d gone on TV and begged…we worked hard to get him in there. Since Al was being inducted, he was throwing a celebratory party. And since we were the ones that got him in there, he invited us! Wow! It was being held in the lobby of the Hall of Fame itself. I was sitting in the lobby talking to random Stupid people as they wandered by. Eventually, it was just Ambri and I sitting on one of those armless couches talking to each other and looking around. I glanced over at a clear glass door that was somewhat near me and saw a glint of yellow. I sat up and looked really hard at the door. It flung open, revealing a conga line composed of Jim, Rubén, Bermuda and Steve dressed in their Stupid suits. They conga’d past us, and I waved and said “Hi guys!” They waved back, grinned, and continued congaing. I turned to talk to Ambri, and noticed a Hawaiian-clad man making his way toward us. Al sat down between us and started chatting. He thanked both of us for being Stupid and for helping him get into the Hall of Fame. Moonbeam walked up behind us, and stopped dead in her tracks in awe of who we were talking to. After a few minutes, he said he had to go mingle, so he got up and left. It started to get really warm inside, so we all walked outside to continue the party. For some reason, they’d booked a normal band to play at the party. ICK. Everyone was ignoring them. All the Bobs were hanging out together to the left of the stage that had the band on it. We were congratulating ourselves on getting Al into the Hall of Fame, and being generally weird. The speakers stopped blaring their rendition of some mangled boy band tune and a very familiar voice sounded. “I’d just like to thank all of you for coming, and I’d especially like to thank the Stupid Club, without who none of this would be happening.” All of the Stupids let out an enormous cheer. Al waved at us, grinned, and hopped off the stage to keep mingling. After the party, Bob (not that Bob) invited me to be the only female member of his new Al fan club. My job was to make an official club video. I was in the middle of filming it and editing it together when I woke up. My Take On It Next Dream |
| Stupid Power 08/08/02 |