Okay, this is my second concert on the summer 96' tour, and I made sure I had a penguin and a camera. Just
my luck, I had horrible seats, and Covert told the same jokes again (no surprize because it was the same tour). The
whole concert I was having an anxiety attack(which was eased by the contact high I was getting from the people behind me), because unlike at the Meadows, everyone was in their seats, so
I really didn't have the chance to give it (the penguin) to him. So I worked up the nerve to go down and try to sweet talk one
of the security guards. It was a nice old lady, and since she was the boss, she said I could go stand in front of the stage,
but if he didn't ackowledge it, to leave very soon after. Great timing I had, he was in the middle of a song, I
was so mesmerized by being so close to him that I don't remember which one. It was a low stage so I stood out like a, whatever it
is that stands out. So he didn't acknowledge me, I was just standing there like an idiot with this penguin in my hand. So I
decided to put it on the stage, and go back to my seat. Respecting the security guards wishes.
So when at the end of the song one of the stage hands came to change or move something and he started to kick the penguin away,
I was ready to cry, when Adam said to him, "Don't kick the penguin" or Mr. Penguin or something, and he said, "Gotta respect the penguin",
then he read my little tag with my name and stuff on it and said "Heather, is Heather out there? Thanks Heather!" He said my name threee times. I
screamed my head off, and Kids behind me were like, 'hey that girl had the penguin,'.
At the end of the concert they put it in one of those trash cans that was on the set, in front of the house, so I don't know what happened to it.
He still never called me dammit. But I did recieve a couple post cards with the goat on it after, maybe from that??????
Take me home! NOW magic wand!
Take me to the run in's index!
