What the hell is this?

I Can't Stand [Meeting] You is a collection of all the ridiculous things I've written to and about drummer and composer Stewart Copeland.

I actually did meet him for about five crazy seconds in 2007, again for a few exciting moments in August 2009, and my most recent (and most thrilling!) encounter took place in October 2009, where I proved myself capable of being, yet again, a total dork in the man's presence.

I can't believe what I get up to. And neither should you.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Dear Stewart,

Hey, hi, how are you?

So. This is a week full of events. What events, I hear you asking? Well. Tomorrow my mom gets a CT scan, which hopefully will show that the last four months of chemotherapy have done their job and that she can stop going to the doctor and start getting better and strong. I have appointments with the allergist and the dermatologist for issues related to... allergies and dermatology, after which I will hopefully feel better. Patrick's going to do the doctor, because he's got the flu.

Wednesday if Patrick's feeling better, we might go to San Diego. Thursday is flute choir. Saturday is the LA Food Truck Festival, and then the fourth-to-last performance of "The Trojan Women." Sunday is Valentine's Day.

Oh, but there is one more event which I haven't mentioned, and that is? My fucking birthday.

I don't really want a birthday this year, but since the only alternative appears to be death, I guess I'll go ahead and have one. Hey! Happy early birthday to me! COME TO MY SHOW PLEASE!

Love you,
Irene

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Okay, first off- Happy Birthday. I'm glad you decided not to choose death. Second- I'm sure Stew wishes you a happy one too. You should try to make that Dallas D'Drum spectacular next year. Until then it seems the Cope is in your neck of the woods for a bit. Perhaps a random run in will be in order?

Irene Palma said...

Thank you! Imagine my surprise when I found out that he made a speech at Ringo Starr's star thing on the Hollywood walk of fame, which I wasn't that interested in, because Beatle or not, Ringo's just not that interesting.

Stupid bad planning!