Sadly, my turn was over, but there was still time to possibly take a few more pictures. Tuesday’s Child was talking to her friend from the radio station. Trish and Ruthie were off in a search for the bus, which they never found. I moved in for a closer spot, careful to tell the Best Buy guy that I was not going to try to move into the “you can’t go back there” zone. I was standing in the CD aisle, I think, and there was a couple standing, looking very confused. I was sure that they would say something and I would be given a chance to tell them who he was. I’m concentrating on taking some pictures and waiting for them to speak up.
When they did, I was shocked to the point of incredulous disbelief. “Hey, isn’t that Vince Neil,” the man said to the woman. I turned, with I’m sure a shocked look on my face and said, “No, that is not Vince Neil,” in my best are you serious voice. “Well, who is he?” they asked. “Well, that is Steven Curtis Chapman, the best Contemporary Christian artist that there is and a man very in tune with God.” Considering my reaction, they backed away slowly and made their way down the aisle. They didn’t even let me explain. I probably scared them away, which I regret. Do you know how Vince Neil is? A man that looks nothing like SCC, who drinks, does drugs, and sings awful music. I just could not let a comment like that pass.
Since they didn’t find the bus, Ruthie and Trish were waiting for us outside. We were off to have lunch at the Chic Filet. I’d never been there before, yummy. We sat at two tables, so I don’t know what the other table was talking about. Truthfully, still reeling from the earlier experience of meeting again, a man of God, I couldn’t really recall what was said at our table.
After TC took me back to my car, Ruthie and Trish followed me back to the hotel. They checked in and freshened up, and I went to my room and changed in to my AAL shirt and did the same. I talked to Amy on the phone; she wasn’t able to make it to the signing in Alpharetta, so this was the first time that I have talked to her. She gave me good directions to the Milford Church of God.
Incredibly, Ruthie, Trish and I were the first ones in line. Ruthie was off to wash the Ste-Van and Trish and I settled in for the long haul. Marissa was next in line, and then Missybaa and her husband, Chris, and then Kimberly and her mom. Three members of the church, Aaron, Scott and I forget the other young man’s name, tried to play a trick on us. “Didn’t anyone tell you?” they say. I told them, “Don’t even try to tell me that he isn’t coming, because I just got back from seeing him not more than a few hours ago.” Youngin’s, what can you do with them?
Amy showed up with part of her crew, the others were still on their way. The local radio station and set up, and so was the youth group. The churches young band was setting up to entertain us, but was having sound trouble. Good, clean Christian fun, happening right in front of the church. TC brought a giant “All About Love” cookie and when not enough of it was disappearing, she and I went down the line asking people if they would like a piece. I think we made a few friends, thanks to TC’s cookie.
Another radio station showed up and set up their camp right across from where they other one did. Shaun, from the Fish station, was a nice guy. He clowned around with us and took pictures with us. He even went out back to
