A lot of that perception is actually due to actively *wanting* to perceive the experience as fun. Or due to taking the fun into our own hands. Apart from organising a trip for the fun of seeing LLL, and the pleasure of watching RA act on stage, it was the opportunity of observing him at the SD, that was a big potential for “fan fun”. But damn, our “master of ceremonies” was unable to facilitate SD fun himself after every performance. *aw* Talk about big expectations. What I loved about my own individual experience of travelling to NYC was, that we even had fun on the days when there was *no* SD. We simply created one ourselves. There is a bit of backstory to it which may be interesting to you because it involves some fan interaction with Richard. (You can tune out after the text in the quote box if you are otherwise not interested in fan antics.) In Kathy’s words:
I wanted Richard to sign the back of my shrine. I tried to give him a special sharpie that was for writing on metal. So I said to him, as far as I can remember, “Could you sign this please with this pen. It’s for metal.” So I passed the shrine to him (upside down of course) and he said” Oh, you’re giving me a medal?” Because the shrine box kind of looks like it could be holding a medal. So I replied, “Oh no, not a medal, it’s metal. M E T A L” Then I laughed at how stupid I was, spelling the word to him in a loud voice so he could hear me. I used a tone of voice that was rather chiding. People around me laughed as well. Richard did not laugh I don’t think. I did get direct eye contact when he asked about his medal. He was probably disappointed there was no medal and had to go on down the line.The group had a few laughs about it (at my expense I might add). In honor of that humbling encounter and to make sure Richard was happy (because he was obviously disappointed that there was no medal) Guylty and her accomplice presented me with a medal (pictured here) to give to Richard. I was unable to give it to him that night. My next opportunity was a Sunday matinee. By that time I had found a suitable box to put the medal into, with the inscription “For Meritorious Acting” on the lid. Thanks to Mimi’s silver sharpie. At that time he was still doing the stage door so we waited patiently and hopefully to have another opportunity to have a fan encounter. Eventually, a security guy came out and announced Richard would not appear. Crap. Trying to make lemons out of lemonade, I thought we could have our own stage door encounter, complete with medal presentation. So I pulled a cap down low over my forehead, got on the celebrity side of the barrier with a sharpie, and went down the line impersonating Richard. I was told my “thank you’s” were superb. I was suitably thrilled when the medal was presented to me. By that time we were laughing hysterically. That was my last night in NYC and it was so much fun. I loved the play and of course seeing RA, but hanging out with my fellow fan girls was the best. Love you guys.
Lest you should think we are criticising the “Stage Door Runner” – we are laughing *at* him not *about* him. But possibly about *ourselves*. Cos hey, fans are fun bunch of people. That’s all I’m saying.