Sunday, November 23, 2008

Give me a sign

I realized last night while watching the "World Famous" Lipizzaner Stallions (the quotes are theirs) that I am going to hell.

You can read about the horsey stuff here.

This next thing is not something I didn't know; it is just something I am finally admitting in public.

I am totally infatuated with sign-language interpreters at shows.

Is that wrong?

I could hardly turn away from them last night. Their faces are so expressive and they always look friendly and even if you don't know signs and can hear (sort of), you can sort of follow along.

It really helps if the interpreter is cute and into the show, as she was at Bruce Springsteen's Rising concert. I can't hear "Land of Hopes and Dreams" without thinking of her swaying back and forth signing "whores and gamblers." Yowza!

P.S.: If any family member thinks perhaps that this is more than you needed to know, think about me when my 19-year-old nephew was telling me how cute the new Bond girl is.


Anonymous said...

I'm kind of obsessed too. I watched the interpreter more than Springsteen I think at the Rising concert. I remember her signing 49 Shots. And did Stephen really call the Bond girl "cute" or are you editing?

Matt said...

I think he said cute but it loses much by just writing it.

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