As I think back on my time with the High Calling team, memories return as a series of scenes or vignettes. These are the first few that I will simply label “Part One,” in which I appear decidedly unsophisticated.Some of the High Calling team arrived early and enjoyed a lunch together, photographed in brilliant color by Deidra in her post “Barefoot.”I arrived with the second wave of people who flew to San Antonio mid-afternoon.We all met and sorted out who was whom—this was, after all, the first time most of us met in person, and in many cases we had nothing more than a thumbnail head shot to identify our colleagues. Some people were taller than I imagined; some had different hairstyles; and some looked exactly as expected.After introductions, Marcus Goodyear divided us into teams and sent us out to explore the Riverwalk area of San Antonio by means of a photo scavenger hunt and Twitter party. My team included: Claire Burge, who, for the sake of points, boldly introduced herself to strangers throughout San Antonio and complimented them on their good work; Glynn Young, who navigated the city for us while snapping photos and tweeting; and Jennifer Dukes Lee, who laughed with me, thought up great tweets, and posed for photos.We kept passing the Alamo.Again and again.
Each time we passed it, a line from “Pee-wee’s Big Adventure” went through my head. I finally said it out loud in my best Texan accent: “There’s no basement at the Alamo!”Everyone looked at me funny.”You know, it’s from ‘Pee-wee’s Big Adventure?” I ventured.They shook their heads.I was the sole person on our team who knew anything about Pee-wee Herman and the excruciatingly drawn out tour of the Alamo he endured (Tina the tour guide: “Yes, there are thousands and thousands of uses for corn, all of which I will tell you about right now.“)Now, I hadn’t thought about that movie in years. In fact, I couldn’t remember for sure if it was “basement” or “bathroom.”I found the clip on YouTube later the next day and refreshed my memory.After passing the Alamo so many times without stopping, I finally asked, “Can we please poke our heads in? I’m afraid I may never come to San Antonio again, and I really want to see what the Alamo looks like. Would that be okay? I promise I won’t take too long.”Everyone kindly agreed to pause the competition long enough to slip inside.As soon as we stepped in the door, a guide standing with security guards gruffly announced, “The Alamo closes in two minutes.””Two minutes?” I exclaimed. “I only have two minutes to see the Alamo?””Two minutes,” he snipped.”Well, okay,” I said. As I looked around, however, I realized that the chapel area was so small, I really could see the Alamo in about two minutes. We admired Davy Crockett’s vest and a collection of his rifles. We listened as Glynn shared the history of thick, heavy wooden doors that were shot through. We saw lots of plaques and flags and peered into side rooms that were under construction—presumably to create lifelike dioramas.Two minutes later, we’d pretty much seen it all.Then the guards said we had to leave.After we got kicked out of the Alamo, I wondered if I could get the locals to join me singing the chorus of “Deep in the Heart of Texas.”Again, no one knew what I was talking about.The High Calling teams reunited for dinner and compared notes. We laughed and chatted. I ate about a pound of guacamole.We finished dinner and headed to the airport to pick up one of our team members whose flight had been delayed until late. We greeted him with a fair amount of silliness and then piled back into vans and SUVs to drive to Laity Lodge.They dropped off several of us at the gorgeous building where we would share rooms. Deidra snapped some outstanding photos of the place:
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[…] but in it, I mentioned some of the food consumed at Laity Lodge, so let’s include it. Parts One and Two were on the humorous side, each including several scenes. Here is Part Four. Only one […]
Ann, reading this was more fun than I’ve had in a long time. Something tells me I’ll start randomly chuckling again later.
Thanks for yet another look at the team.
I guess I’m just not as deep or profound as the others…but I was glad to find a kindred spirit in Scott Cairns. I began to wish I could take a workshop from both him AND Lauren (I was in Lauren’s). How fun that a big-name poet like Scott could reference goofy pop culture as readily as first century desert fathers!
What I love about this is how you’re not ashamed to admit you remember Peewee Herman. I confess all I remember is Large Marge and the Tequila dance…
Years ago I worked with a church drama team. One of our top male actors would slick his hair down and don a tight-fitting gray suit to be Pee-wee Herman. So I knew a lot of lines from hearing him re-enact scene after scene with the distinctive voice and laugh.
When you mention Pee-Wee’s big adventure, my first reaction was to re-enact the Large Marge scene.
A couple of years ago, I spotted Pee-Wee on Pushing Daisies (silent moment to mourn the passing of a great show . . . ). Very strange.
Pushing Daisies! Oh, I was sorry to see the demise of that quirky show, too…. 🙁
The Large Marge scene is also on YouTube, if you want to do a quick search.
I can’t wait for Part 2! This was hilarious! Thanks for the clips. As you may remember from the drive back to the airport I was one who had no clue. You just keep enriching my life!
Oh, my…in the future, I hope to offer you something more edifying than Pee-wee Herman!
And thank you, Deidra, for letting me swipe your photos (I gave credit!)!
Marvelous. Is that what happened at the table? I had no idea. 🙂
I was thinking you tuned in at the point when he started quoting more scenes, BUT maybe you started talking with the Overstreets at that point?
How funny! If I had been on your team, I would have recognized your quote and chimed right in. 🙂
I love the pics of “our” place.
Can’t wait for Part Two!
I’ll bet you can sing “Deep in the Heart of Texas” all the way through, too!
I am laughing so hard. Wanna know why? Because I can hear you doing your best imitation of Tina the tour guide. For the record, I think you did a better job. 🙂
If we’re ever together again, I’ll try to learn the whole monologue and perform it for everyone’s amusement!
I had a similar experience in Ireland (where I was while Annie was in Texas.) The Irish guide at a stately home (Mount Stewart) told our little group as we stepped through a door, “It’s like the Tardus–bigger on the inside than it looks on the outside.” They had no idea what she meant. I whispered to her later that I did.
Do you mean Dr. Who’s Tardis?
Yes, how embarrassing! You got the spelling right! I only watched the show for–how many years???
I’m singing Deep in the Heart of Texas right now — and no big “buts” about it.
I was a few words off with all of my references–just as I wasn’t quite sure if it was bathroom or basement, I also thought the line from “Deep in the Heart of Texas” was “The stars at night/they shine so bright.”
Gordon corrected me. It’s: “The stars at night/are big and bright.”
Oh, this one just has me giggling. I am so jealous that you got to meet Lauren Winner! Wowhowfun!