I fell in love with the young lady who served the chicken (I called her Lady Rotisserie). I saw her away from the chicken counter and thought hmm, I should say something to her. But then decided not to because she seemed busy. Then on the final night, we were all walking to see Joanna Newsom and while walking past I told everyone 'Now is the time to talk to her!'. Alex told me 'Don't do it, you'll make her awkward and you'll embarrass yourself'. I thought hmm no I won't, I'll be ok, my brain will think of something. We got to the crowd and I suddenly turned around and said 'I'm doing it'. I walked up to the chicken counter and saw that the Lady was cleaning, she was alone and wasn't serving anyone. PERFECT! I finally got to the counter. And that's when I forgot how to speak (while I mentally planned the walking up bit in minute detail, I didn't apply the same attention to the speaking part (some would say the most important part)). She looked up and saw me just standing there, kind of staring at her and also looking around, fidgeting. Then she started staring at me in return (probably thinking why is this handsome person starring at me?. I mumbled 'Errr, Heeeeelllo, I really like your chicken'. She replied 'Great, thanks'. I was really struggling now. 'Heh, er how do you make it?'. She was obviously getting weirded out by now since she had gone back to her cleaning 'I dunno, we just season it and cook it'. My brain was going mental. 'Do you get a chance to watch the bands?', I thought good Will, that's better. She perks up, 'Yeah I'm looking forward to seeing Joanna Newsom'. While most people would capitalise on this, my brain was still having a mild panic attack. I didn't capitalise. 'Oh wow, yeah she's good'. Wondering where she lives (for some reason I thought I could take her climbing), I said 'Where you guys based?' (I thought it would be rude (and weird) to ask her straight away 'Where do you live?'). She replied 'Well, The companies from Shrewsbury, but I'm from Manchester'. This is where it went downhill. Realising that I could no longer effectively court her, since we're so far apart, my brain goes into abort mode. I struggled to think of something to say. I have poor knowledge of Manchester except that it's relatively close to the Peak and there's climbing centres there (I must add that while thinking about Manchester, I was just standing there, starring right her her with a blank look on my face). All of which didn't help my reply. 'Oh Great, er, there's good climbing in Manchester'. Oh god, why did you say that? She replied 'Ah right, climbing'. My brain was thinking Game Over by this point, no use it saving it, best head off and get a crepe, ah yes a crepe, those things are delicious, which one should I get? Obviously a banana, sugar and butter one. Yes, it's decided, I'll get a crepe. Realising that I was still staring at the girl with a weird vacant expression on my face due to thinking intensely about crepes, I lurched back to reality. I said 'Cool, have fun at Joanna Newsom, I'm going to get a crepe. Cheerio!'. Walking off, I thought to myself Ahh that went well. Hmm, I've got more confident since then.
She was very pretty and worked for the Roaming Rotiserrie company, if anyone knows her, can they tell her that I'm really not that weird.
This was the campsite when we arrived at the 2009 festival, the 2011 one was busy
This is Neko Case
This is Explosions in the Sky
No comments:
Post a Comment