Had he remained on the bus, he'd be here in Fargo. How could a man of his stature pass up a day in Fargo? He wouldn't have to stay long -- they're en route to another venue, not performing here -- but he's missing out.
Fargo isn't all about some Cohen Brother's movie (which, incidentally, didn't occur in Fargo). Fargo has got lots of things, plenty to entertain Mr Idle. We've got snow! More snow than Chicago, and we know how to DO snow around here. Chicago is way south, barely far enough north to even get snow. Up here in the northlands, snow is a part of life, not some periodic inconvenience. And ice, too. Snow and ice. The cold barely even registers when you're so focused on the snow and ice.
He and his ilk could be resting themselves on the 13th floor of the Radisson Hotel, gazing lazily out of the windows, wondering what's up with the Pioneer Mutual Life sign. 'That's my office', I'd telepathically note to Eric if he were here. I could watch right back, staring at the angular, monolithic hotel riverwards from my location.
Downtown Fargo is getting to be a pleasant place, abandoning it's ragtag leftover character and becoming a bit more upscale. The HoDo (a name which much amused Miss GlamKitty, shortened for Hotel Donaldson) is just down the street, a fine cuisine cafe prime for the entertainment of locals and travelling Monty Python alumni alike.
I could meet Mr. Idle there, we could exchange witty banter over our obscure cheesecakes, while staring at the snow blow down icy 1st Avenue.
Unfortunately, Eric Idle didn't come. I hope he regrets his choices once he realizes what he has missed.
Hey, it's an interesting question: in comes a touring comic well known for his off beat humor & ironic wit, where do you take him to show off your city to humorous advantage? A selection of your most innovative parking lots and parking garages? The local elementary school where a kindergartener assures you that the proper method for cooking a turkey is to wrap it in shiny Christmas paper and bake it at 100 degrees for a long time, like 25 minutes?////////////// Please note the url below my name[not mine site my seur, no really squire] for how the www looked back when the Imortal Bard was logging on, in Stratford 'pon Avon.
--busmun , 11/27/2003 04:01:05