Sunday, December 27, 2009

I Am Not Alone

I'll be back soon to post some Christmas pics--we had a wonderful day--but I've had some shocking news that scoops everything: Apparently other people like Andy Williams, too, and are willing to go to great lengths to see him.

After hearing about our trip to Branson, a friend of mine from grad school e-mailed me to let me know that he had driven to Branson with his family in early November and also saw Andy Williams. They also drove 15 hours.

I swear I'm moving several hours west so I can top that next year to really prove my dedication to being Andy's Biggest Fan.

I won't let this rest.

Then my friend Maryanne e-mailed to let me know that friends of hers also went to Branson. They rented a house and each day Andy would jog by. The friends stood on the front porch and waved to him. True story.

Can you imagine what I would have done if I had seen Andy running down the road? I'm trying to envision it. Would I have run after him? Tried to run with him?

That, my friends, would have been a travesty because it's no secret that I have absolutely no cardiovascular fitness for running. For some reason, I can leap around to all sorts of intense aerobics for an hour, but I can't run farther than the refrigerator (unless popcorn is involved and then I bet I could muster a pretty good sprint). But trying to run alongside Andy? He's twice my age and I'm guessing he could jog me into the ground. And that would be embarassing, so I guess it's best that I didn't see him.

But you can bet I'm going to be asking Maryanne to shake down her friends and tell me where they stayed and I'll be parked on that porch next Thanksgiving.

My guess is that I'll have to go to Branson alone after this year's shenanigans, but it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make.

I should probably start training to run farther than the refrigerator now.

Eek. That sounds like a New Year's resolution.

I hate those. I'm still working on my resolutions for 1993. It's not looking good.


Kristie said...

They might have traveled fifteen hours, and waved to him from the porch, but I bet you money they didn't pose with a cardboard cut out and blog about it. YOU WIN.

Mountain Mama said...

Move the popcorn to the garage. You can gradually increase your distance and with your fingers crossed, you should be in shape for next years run with Andy. :)

jean said...

Lisa would probably meet you in Branson to sit on the porch & watch Andy jog by. :-)