One Helluva Evening
Well, this last night was something else. How does one sum it up?

For starters, I should explain. In Christchurch, there's a glorious theatre known as the Isaac Theatre Royal, that is dead in the red zone of Christchurch. The building is intact, but in dire need of repair. It would be sad to tear the building down. So, what should happen, but a rather generous actor, who happened to be in the country on business, gave a series of shows throughout New Zealand, and donated all proceeds to the restoration of this theatre.

You bored? You better not be.

He won't let that pass.

Yes, Sir Ian Mckellen was taking some time from his busy schedule with The Hobbit to do this show, and he was a fi...

One Helluva Evening
Well, this last night was something else. How does one sum it up?

For starters, I should explain. In Christchurch, there's a glorious theatre known as the Isaac Theatre Royal, that is dead in the red zone of Christchurch. The building is intact, but in dire need of repair. It would be sad to tear the building down. So, what should happen, but a rather generous actor, who happened to be in the country on business, gave a series of shows throughout New Zealand, and donated all proceeds to the restoration of this theatre.

You bored? You better not be.

He won't let that pass.

Yes, Sir Ian Mckellen was taking some time from his busy schedule with The Hobbit to do this show, and he was a fine host for the evening, sharing his work with Tolkien, Shakespeare, and all his film work with a few very interesting (and hilarious!) stories. Even bought Gandlaf's sword, Glamdring along with him. Started showing it off and letting members of the audience hold it.

I couldn't resist a chance to touch it.

So, I leap up from the middle of my row, shimmy to the end, leap down several rows, and after taking the sword, Sir Ian hands me the blade with a smile. As I take the sword with a gleam in my eye, he pats me on the shoulder, and invites me on stage. YES. I was on stage, a nervous wreck, with a theatre and film legend, waving an aluminium Glamdring about like a pro, duelling with a powerful Wizard of Middle Earth.

But wait, it doesn't end there!

Once we stop, he reaches into his pocket, and asks:

"What do you think is in my pocket?"

Casually, (and comically) I respond:

"Whoa! I'm not answering that one!" (Cue laughter from the audience.)

He reaches in, and pulls out a little golden trinket, and my eyes widen as he explains the significance, his own one ring, from the LOTR movies that he, and other members of the fellowship got after the series was finished, and placed it on my index finger. I was amazed. It felt like the entire world would bend to my will, and I would claim riches and eternal glory in the few moments it was on my finger. And what did I say?

"Myyyyy... PRRRREEEEECCCCIIIIOOOUUUSSS...!" Everyone cracks up in laughter, including Sir Ian I might add. And after a little bit of explanation from the man, I gladly take the ring off, face the hilt of Glamdring to its rightful bearer, and gave the blade and ring back to Sir Ian.

For a small moment, I was on top of the world, with a legend of our time. And it was glorious, friends. I guess it is good to stand up and give everything a go!



And with that, dear friends, and people of Rooster Teeth, I bid you a grand evening.

~Vaxercon, the Blue. Cause all other colours were taken.

P.S: Why yes, my hair IS longer!