elevator “after-party”
here’s where the weekend goes haywire. a bunch of us got stuck in an elevator in between the 30th & 31st floor on our way up to a revolving restaurant for the after-show party. stuff like that doesn’t bother me at all, but i guess most people aren’t that calm when they’re suspended high above the ground, crammed into a box like sardines and the heat is rising.
i wasn’t worried about plummeting to my death, but i was worried about people panicking. some of my companions were starting to tweak out, yelling, pounding on the walls and calling on the phone repeatedly making demands. the last thing you need in a situation like that is one person losing their shit or puking, because it can start a chain reaction. after about 20 minutes, i just opening my mouth and started singing “simple song”. i wrote that song years ago, and it’s been my experience that when a child is crying, if i sing that song, it will stop. works like a charm in elevators too. about five minutes later we were set free to continue with our partying. we’ll laugh about this later.
