That Time I Drooled On The Dude From Queens Of The Stone Age

In lieu of Lollapalooza this weekend {One of my favorite weekends of the year} I figured this blog post would be appropriate to dedicate to story time. It’s a true tale that happened many moons ago. Let me preface by saying I’m slightly awkward around celebrities, so any judgement you may hold after reading the below should be saved on behalf of pity for the innocent.

Here goes nothing. I met drooled on the dude from Queens of the Stone Age. No, I don’t know his name, and yes “Dude” is how I’ll be referring to him for the duration of the story. I think he’s the guitarist of the band. Let’s be honest, if his name doesn’t start with “Justin” and end in “Bieber” I’m not interested. What, you think that’s creepy? Get a hold of yourself, I’m half kidding. Back to the story…

I was on a flight from Italy to the United States after 5 months of studying abroad when “Dude” sat down next to me. His long black hair and grunge attire lead me to believe he was a band member, but one of significance? “Meh, not on this flight,” I thought. Apparently I was wrong.

Our conversation went something like this…

Dude: What were you doing in Italy?
Awkward Emily: Studying abroad. You?
Dude: Playing a few shows. I’m in a band.
Awkward Emily:  Oh yeah? What one?
Dude: Queens of the Stone Age.
Awkward Emily:  Never heard of you.
Dude: …Oh. We’re pretty big. Want to hear a song?

Dude pulls out iPod and hands me a headphone. I listened to approximately :30 seconds…

Awkward Emily:  << Shrug >> Not really my kind of music.
Dude: << Silence >>…<< Takes back headphone and turns head away. >>

I then proceeded to fall asleep. After multiple wake-myself-up-from-bobbing-my-head moments, I slipped into a deep slumber. We all know what happens in that stage when you’re stuck on a plane & have nowhere to rest your head. You do the sloooow lean. And then you drool.

After about an hour, I woke up only to find my head half way on his shoulder and, yes, I was drooling. Let me say this again. I was drooling on the dude from Queens of the Stone Age’s shoulder. Like, really, can I be more ridiculous?! Apparently I can, because I then simply readjusted myself and proceeded to fall back asleep.

When I woke up, “Dude” had moved seats, and I have been forever archived in his mind as the girl who insulted his music and then drooled on his shoulder.

Lollapalooza is the first encounter I will have with him since the incident. Think he’ll remember me?