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Hmm. Why the fuck not?

So, my favourite moment, I think, from the entire tour, perhaps, took place in San Francisco. It was after the second show on Sunday night, the one where Mr Himelfarb decreed that all the fans who showed up at the Virgin signing should get tickets and aftershow passes for aforementioned performance. So I was with my big posse, and we were lined up, and I was uncomfortable as I always am in the aftershow situations-- but not horribly so, not so that I was going to pull my friends away from the experience, and besides which, I did want to see my favourite guys, even in a weird lining-up type situation. So my group was in front of me, and I sort of lagged behind them, waiting on line, feeling weird, sagging tiredly against the wall. It felt like 4:30 a.m. to my body, and for once, that felt late to me. I leaned in a narrow doorway, my eyes half-closed, and Mark, who had been outside posing for pictures with some other fans, came towards me to edge past and get into the main room, and as he did, he caught my eye and paused by me just long enough to squeeze my arm. It was a small, perfect gesture. The fact that he did this, so naturally, made me feel so appreciated and so much more comfortable to be there that I can still scarcely believe it happened. Of course it did, because Mark always manages to do something like that. I really do love that guy.

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