Because sometimes, I am a complete idiot. Especially when it comes to matters involving the left side of my brain.
I just received an eBay purchase in the mail (actually, it came over the weekend and I'm just now getting around to opening it up.)
It was advertised as a GIANT Promo Poster for the Who Rocks America Tour, circa 1982. I saw that tour when it hit Orlando and the late, great Tangerine Bowl -- fantastic show, weird bill. The Who, Joan Jett & the Blackhearts and the B-52s. The latter of which got literally booed off the stage, accompanied by a hailstorm of crumpled up Schlitz beer cups. The groovy nuances of Fred Schnieder and Co. were lost on that Who-lovin' crowd. That was also the show after which my then-boyfriend and I experienced coitus interruptus courtesy of the Tampa Police Department after we got caught parking in a city lot on our way home from the show. But again, I digress...For some reason that escapes me now, I ended up with a tour poster, which I hung in my dorm room -- Roger Daltry and his tight pants were the main attraction. And when I saw this being advertised by a seller from whom I was buying some CDs (Julian Cope and The Teardrop Explodes) I thought that having a replica would be kinda cool. A bit of nostalgia and all that jazz.
I should have looked at the dimensions more closely.
This thing is friggin' huge. A virtual planetoid. Might have its own weather system.
The damn poster is 48 X 72. Four feet by six feet. GIANT indeed.
What the hell was I thinking?
I had planned to hang it on the closet door here in the office. That's not gonna happen. It could seriously be wallpaper for the entire inside of said closet.
So now I have to figure out a way to store it safely and hope that someday, I'll have a wall in a place in my house where a piece of my youth and a symbol of my middle-aged incompetency can reside.
I'll let you know when and if that happens. Don't hold your breath.
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HA! I wish I could have seen your expression as the thing just kept unrolling or unfolding (not often a woman witnesses that,eh?) ::snort::
You would have laughed your tuchus off -- the expression was classic "what the fuck?"
The size of the mailing tube should have been my first clue... but no.
It could have been worse; I think we've all been in situations where something described as "huge" "giant" or even "adequate" turned out to be considerably less so. I mean, you know, I've HEARD that happens to people.
Why, Clark! You cad ... or am I just shameless?
I've heard that as well, Clark. I've been fortunate that the 'truth in advertising' adage has always played out accordingly for me in such cases. Sometimes size is just a number.
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