Canary in a Coal Mine
August 2, 2007
Why should you get all the fun with the summer contests and the YouTube strolling? I’m getting me some of that! I’m doing a raffle!
Last night hubby and I went to see The Police at Madison Square Garden. (Moment of Silence for the fact that the 1980s are no more.) Sting is fitter than a man has any right to be, Stewart Copeland is still the cutest bespectacled guy on two feet, and Andy Summers’ guitar chops are smokin’ hot, plus he gets extra credit for looking dignified while remaining rock-star raffish They did not play Canary in a Coal Mine, a nervous bit of fluff that sends me rocketing back to 1982, doing aerobics to a boom box in the dorm with my law school flatmates Bobby and Elaine, while our other flatmate Ivan locked himself in his room until the coast was clear. (Twenty-five years later, Ivan still runs like hell from Lanz of Salzburg flannel nightgowns and the smell of Noxema skin cream.)
(Here’s a YouTube of last night’s show.)
Life being full of surprises, last night, for the first time in my life, I had a backstage pass. No kidding. GET! OUT! For all the years that I have been a New York Liberty fan, I have longed to go down the tunnel where the team runs after each game. What is back there? Who is back there? And are there snacks? So, although I have a nearly fatal shyness in the presence of celebrity (unless we’re on the street and we’re both pretending that I don’t know the celebrity is a celebrity, and we say something like, ‘Hot enough for ya?’), I went backstage and shook Sting’s hand and deployed my rapier-sharp wit to say, “Glad to meet you. Great show.” Dorothy Parker had nothing on me.
As I was going out, there was Bette Midler coming in to pay her respects. Bette Midler made me think of mermaids dancing in wheelchairs. Wheelchairs made me think of Oliver’s Fund, which made me think of this raffle idea. Oliver needs a new manual wheelchair. (A kid with CP needs an unbelievable amount of stuff, and while we thank God this stuff exists, it’s awfully spendy.)
So here’s the fabulous prize package behind Door #1 (the only door):
1. A Police world tour t-shirt, size XL, with the Union Jack on the front and all the cities and dates on the back. (The printing is not reversed as in this Photobooth image.)
2. A backstage pass for August 1, 2007.
3. A skein of ArtYarns Ultramerino, because I know who I’m dealing with.
4. The dishrag I finished on the subway to Madison Square Garden, which the winner is free to re-gift. (No judgments.)
To get a virtual raffle “ticket”, go on over to Emma’s blog, click on the link for Oliver’s Fund in the right sidebar, and make a donation of $5. IMPORTANT: Send me an email (bigbonegalAThotmailDOTcom) telling me you have done this. (If you give more than 5 bucks, and want to tell me how much, you’ll get one chance for every $5.) Tomorrow, Friday, at 8 p.m. Eastern Time (my time), the winner will be selected using the random number generator of my choice, and announced shortly thereafter.
EDITED TO ADD: I just realized that the Oliver’s Fund PayPal account is set up to accept British pounds only, at a conversion rate (currently) of .47 pounds to the U.S dollar. So the raffle ticket costs 2.5 British pounds. Sorry about the confusion, and thanks to everyone who has been giving 5 pounds!
And remember, we are doing this just for fun and to raise a little dough for Oliver’s Fund, which is not an offical charity but just friends helping friends. By making a contribution, you’re saying that you understand that and agree to make your contribution anyway. (As you know, I am haunted by my legal training. After almost 6 years law-free, I still love the smell of Notices of Deposition in the morning.)
You are going to have to trust me that it’s even better with the wheelchairs.