My Terry Jones experience - Part 2 - 1st half
So as I was telling you yesterday, when we arrived at the theater room I spotted Mr. Jones.
I got up and went to him, for I had the important mission of keeping you informed and writing a review!
When I got to him (he was surrounded by friends and family), he stared at me for a while and smiled. I told him who I was and that I was writing the review for Pythonline, and he instantly started talking to me as if he always knew me.
I asked him if he could spare me 5 min after the show and he answered me that being the premier, it probably wasn’t a good day.
I though (just like I bet you’re thinking now) “Damn, there goes my golden opportunity!”
I was wrong. He said: “Listen, I’ll be here all week. Why don’t you come and meet me tomorrow instead? Say here, at the São Luiz’s bar at 5pm.”
I can only imagine the expression on my face, because I saw one or two people with him smiling…
So it was, 5pm we’re at São Luiz main entrance. There’s a gigantic crowd at the door. The play doesn’t start until 5h30pm, and yet everyone arrived at least 45 min earlier. We started pushing a bit to get in the second door at the main entrance where a door-keeper is asking for the tickets. “We don’t have one” - says I – We’re here to meet with Mr. Terry Jones” (I was almost like the Hoover in the opera which burst). “Sorry, Miss” – says he – “No one gets in without a ticket.” I thought… You’ve got to be kidding me…
We come outside and I rang him up: “Mr. Jones, we’re outside São Luiz but the guy at the door won’t let us in (Buááá, buááá!)!! “Wait a minute”- he said – “I’ll go and pick you up”.
And there he was, an incredible good humored Terry Jones appears behind the door-keeper and says: “It’s ok, they’re with me” (susana=Hoover*2).
He introduces us to a couple of people from the staff, all of them incredible nice, and then someone from the theatre comes along and asks us if, since we were with Mr. Jones, we would like to see the opera again. Now I don’t know what sort of brain damaged I suffered at that point, but my answer was “Thanks, but we’ve seen it yesterday”. I immediately felt a slap on my head. It was João. “Are you out of your mind? He was inviting us to attend the opera again and you said that we’ve seen it yesterday?!?!?!”
Why is it that every time we meet Mr. Jones, one of us has to screw up, pardon my French? (The last time we met him, João told him his play was terrible instead of terrific).
I turned to the nice man and said: “Ohhh! I’m sorry, but is it really possible to attend it?”
“Well sure, if you want to!” – “Yes, we’d love to” replied a chorus of two extremely silly
persons… Mr. Jones then joins the party and says laughing “Oh, you do? Are you sure? I don’t want to force you or anything!”