The tWitch Visit, Part 2
oopsies, hectic week as it turns out, so sorry for the late post.
So we get him back to his hotel probably about 230ish. I’m freaking out cuz by the time I get to bed at 3, I have to get up at 8, and make sure both he and my partner are up. I set like every alarm possible in my house (debated putting the microvave on a 5 hour timer too).
I dragged myself out of bed, texted brandee at 8:30 to make sure she was up (got an “Oh God” reply in return haha)… but nothing from tWitch. ok, we can officially panic. She has the good idea to try calling his hotel room direct.
I got thru at 9am… 30 minutes to spare. Gone was the sweet guy that we had hung out with last night. Instead was a gruff voice just saying “uh huh, k, k” and then click when I said I’d be there at 9:30 to pick him up.
All the worrying was for naught, because as I pulled up at 9:30, there he was, sitting on the bench complete with glasses and hat, waiting for me. whew.
I had packed with me a pillow, blanket, and costco bottle of ibuprofen just in case he wanted to sack out for a bit in the office before classes. I had taken us each a bottle of water.
So he of course chugs the first bottle, and me being all nice, said “uhhh, here ya go… I brought you two bottles just in case.” Aren’t I the greatest.
Once we get to the studio, I ushered him thru the back door. After a steady breakfast of advils, water, and oatmeal, I sent him off to the public library for a “meeting” and we were good to go.
Once classes started, you couldn’t tell that the man had just gone to bed 7 hours ago after going to town on Jack & Cranberries.
Sorry no fantastic stories from that day (that I can share at least), but everything went well.
If you’re curious as to what he gets for lunch (from subway), he got a 6 inch on wheat veggie sub, with everything but lettuce (what the hell?). His side was apple wedges. and he drank a tea. i think. nothing like cleansing the body.
After completely whoring him out to sign everything I could find in the studio (posters, hats, tshirts, and even a mug), I took him back to the airport. On the ride back we talked about superman comics (of course)… and the fact he has a jack russell terrier named Krypto.
He gave us his cell and told us to keep in touch… even texted us from the plane thanking us for our hospitality. Truly one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met. we’ll certainly be having him back 
see, sober stories do suck.
