Quotes of the weekend:
"Positioning: Actions in life can be reduced to two factors:
positioning and timing. If we are not in the right place at the right
time, we cannot possibly take advantage of what life has to offer us."
365 Tao
"We have good intentions -- it can never turn out bad." |
Here's a summary from some of my emails:
I had thought before that there was a possibility
that George would be on the same flight. The flight to Vienna was around
2:30 PM and arrived around 6PM. Just the flight I'd take if I had to be
DJing around midnight.
But when the boarding started I thought "well, never mind", and stepped
into the queue. Then I turned around and George was right behind me! I
said: "Ohyoualright?" And "Shit, I thought you might be on this flight!"
or something like that... LOL
I know he had seen me before, but I had never actually talked to him like
that. On the way to the plane we did talk, and he asked where I was from
and I found myself defending Sheffield, which apparently is a "brave place"
to live in!
We also small-talked about Big Brother, and when I said that Jodie Marsh
seemed like a very troubled person that needed help, George said that
obviously all of the house mates needed help, and especially Pete Burns
"with THAT face"! ;-)
(A piece of information I might better not divulge on the forum... ;-)
The gig on Saturday night was good.
At first I was worried that not enough people would turn up. When I paid
at the entrance, there was a bunch of regulars (all about 18-20 years
young) who got upset about the more expensive entry price. "That's because
of Boy George!", the cashier said. "Puh! I'm not paying 12 Euros for that
fat old poofter!", one charming boy said... His loss!!
But by 1 AM when George was to take over the turntables, it was pretty
crowded and the mood was great. The first half hour people spent holding
their cameras and mobiles up in the air as usual, but George didn't seem
to mind. He also played Look Pon U, which was great! The crowd was a bit
confused because of the unknown rhythms, I think. He played until 3:40 AM
and then disappeared.
It was funny, because everybody I spoke to in the club asked: "Have you
come all the way from Germany for this?!" No, actually all the way from
England! LOL (the German accent of course gave me away -- the Austrian
dialect is so funny and inimitable! :-D)
The flight back on Sunday was at around 3 PM. I had chosen that flight
because I thought there's no way I'd be at the airport at 8 the next
morning if I'd spent the night before clubbing until 5 AM! George must
have thought the same. LOL
When he arrived (with Paul), they spent quite some time discussing with
the British Airways help-desk staff because George had lost his phone on
the Saturday flight and BA had not -- as promised -- found and returned
the phone to him. He was quite upset about losing the phone with all the
numbers on etc. Surprisingly he hadn't used a PIN number! Mhm-mhm...
George kept ringing the lost phone with his other mobile and claiming that
it was engaged, so somebody from BA had obviously stolen it! LOL
When he saw me, George asked "Are you on this flight again?!" Well, it was
the most convenient time!
While Paul checked them in, me and my friend chatted some more to George.
We talked about Look Pon U, and I said I liked it, but didn't quite
understand the lyrics. He explained that it was about women being chatted
up by homophobic men who think they can have any girl - but this lady is
telling them that they can't even afford her! "Expensive shoes",
"MAC makeup" etc. I asked why he had recorded the song in Columbia, and
George said he hadn't. It was just in Columbian Reaggaton style. I asked
who the lady on the record was, but I've forgotten the name already,
something with J? Jevette or something. But she lives in London.
After the arrival in London I still had the chance to say goodbye to
George, which was great!
More in German:
Ich hatte ja in der ganzen Aufregung vorher gar nicht geschaut, an welchem
Gate der Flieger wartete, daher war ich ziemlich froh, dass zumindest Paul
wusste, wo es langging! Ich kam mir etwas doof vor, mit den beiden so
mitzulaufen, aber wir hatten ja letztendlich dasselbe Ziel. ;-)
Am Sicherheits-Check schmiss isch meine Sachen als Erste aufs Band und
lief dann weiter.
Wir waren die Letzten, das Einsteigen hatte gerade begonnen. Gate 50 war
ganz am Ende des Saals, und George und Paul blieben bis ganz zuletzt am
anderen Ende der Halle sitzen, wo keine anderen Passagiere warteten. Ich
bin aber natürlich dann einfach schon mal eingestiegen. Ich bin ja so
zurückhaltend! ;-)
George flog wieder in der Business Class, aber Paul "musste" diesmal in
Economy. (Auf dem Hinflug hatte er neben George gesessen.) Vielleicht
hatte Paul später gebucht oder so? Als ich mal aufs Klo ging, grinste mich
Paul etwas gequält an. ;-) (Ich finde, er ist ziemlich professionell. Er
ist immer so ruhig. Auf dem Hinflug, als George merkte, dass er sein Handy
verloren hatte, machte George ziemlichen Terz, aber Paul war die Ruhe
selbst. :-)
Ich saß zwar so, dass ich George in Blickweite hatte, aber das
Flugpersonal zieht ja immer diese Vorhänge zu, die die Business- von der
Economy-Klasse trennen. Daher konnte ich während des Flugs keine weiteren
Observationen vornehmen. ;-) George hat aber sowieso die meiste Zeit
geschlafen, meinte er später.
Als es ans Aussteigen ging, dachte ich: "Mist, jetzt bleibt George sicher
sitzen und wartet auf Paul, der weiter hinten sitzt als ich. Und dann bin
ich weiter vorne in der Schlange und kann nicht "unauffällig"
aufschließen."
Aber George stieg doch vor mir aus. Er wartete dann im Gang vor der
Passkontrolle auf Paul. Ich habe ihn noch mal angesprochen und "Goodbye"
gesagt. Ich glaube er war noch ziemlich verschlafen, und ich meinte:
"Knackered?" Und er sagte, er habe den ganzen Flug über geschlafen. Er
wünschte mir viel Spaß in Sheffield und sagte dauernd "Sweatheart" zu mir,
wahrscheinlich auch aus Unwissenheit meines Namens! Haha! :-) Ich hatte
mich zwar vorgestellt, aber meinen Namen kann sich ja sowieso kein
Engländer merken. Solange er sich "Sheffield" im Kopf behält... ;-)
Ich umarmte ihn und sagte "Good luck with the phone" und "Lots of strength
for February". (Ich fand "good luck" hätte irgendwie nicht richtig
geklungen. ;-)
Dann bin ich ganz zügig weggegangen und habe auch extra nicht mehr in der
Ankunftshalle rumgelungert.
Ich bin aber sehr happy, dass ich mich noch ordentlich verabschieden
konnte, schon allein der Höflichkeit halber! :-) Dafür bin ich sehr
dankbar! |
Probably the most important 2 days of my
life. I know how it sounds, but I won't deny it! :-P
Spooky. Somehow I knew it would happen and
was more excited beforehand than during/after. That also I knew
beforehand. Is it really "spooky" or was it just plain probable?
So I've managed to fulfil my before
unadmitted New Year's resolution (making contact) already in the first 2 weeks
of the year?! That's
quite impressive.
After speaking to people on the forum it
seems like a big deal now. I doesn't feel like it. Is it really so
incredible? I would have happened eventually. Funny, I believe I
"deserved" this. Funnier even, I believe he deserves this.
But it might never happen again.
"Geschwebt" bin ich nicht wirklich, es war alles zu
emotional aufwühlend... und gleichzeitig irgendwie auch doch nicht: So
nervös war ich gar nicht. Eher müde.
Ich hatte mir mein Leben lang "Sorgen" gemacht, wie es wohl wäre, mit
George zu reden. Es ist ja immer am schwierigsten, einen Anfang zu machen.
Aber die Umstände bei diesen beiden Flügen waren ja nahezu ideal.
Es waren nie andere Leute drum herum, die gestört hätten. |
Inside of a plane
