Going the extra 104.7 miles for a fellow voice artist…
Last week I exchanged some email with my colleague Peter O’Connell of Buffalo, NY, who had posted a request for foreign language voice-over for a piece he was producing as a gift for Freedom Radio in Baghdad (I sent him some German). Peter mentioned that he would be in Boston at the end of the week and wondered if there was a chance that I might meet him and D.B. Cooper for dinner. It sounded grand but I wasn’t sure I wanted to make the 2-hour drive there and then back again late at night, and I had just been out that way to see my brother a few days before so the trek seemed unusually onerous in the contemplation.
So, I was IM-ing with D.B. the afternoon of the dinner, and told her, well, I don’t seem to be going. I was about to head out to an early karate class and she said, “Please try to come”. At that, something snapped, and the lameness of all my excuses struck me in vivid technicolor. The kids were at a friend’s house for the evening, so they were all set, and my husband was planning to be at the karate class following the one I attended so I was able to discuss my plans with him briefly and he said, “Go! Live it up!” So off I went. It was close to 8:30 when I reached Boston, and later still when I got to the rendezvous point thanks to Boston’s egregious lack of useful signage. I dove into an underground parking garage that I hoped was somewhat nearby and had a rather longish walk in the rain to try to find where the Marriott was hiding, but I finally arrived.
As is almost always the case, I would not have wanted to miss this occasion. It was an absolute pleasure to meet Peter, a generous and very talented man, and a joy to see the incomparable Deirdre again. We talked non-stop for at least two hours and DB and Peter had had an hour before my arrival in which they also talked non-stop. The two of them got into an Irish riff together at the dinner table and I just settled back in my chair and let it wash over me like a gentle ocean wave, too tired to participate but so thankful to be with people who, like me, just can’t help “talking funny”. They get it. They get me. We get each other.
I love this crazy business. And I’m so glad not to have passed up the opportunity to turn an internet voice-over colleague into a real-life friend.
Last week I exchanged some email with my colleague Peter O’Connell of Buffalo, NY, who had posted a request for foreign language voice-over for a piece he was producing as a gift for Freedom Radio in Baghdad (I sent him some German). Peter mentioned that he would be in Boston at the end of the week and wondered if there was a chance that I might meet him and D.B. Cooper for dinner. It sounded grand but I wasn’t sure I wanted to make the 2-hour drive there and then back again late at night, and I had just been out that way to see my brother a few days before so the trek seemed unusually onerous in the contemplation.
So, I was IM-ing with D.B. the afternoon of the dinner, and told her, well, I don’t seem to be going. I was about to head out to an early karate class and she said, “Please try to come”. At that, something snapped, and the lameness of all my excuses struck me in vivid technicolor. The kids were at a friend’s house for the evening, so they were all set, and my husband was planning to be at the karate class following the one I attended so I was able to discuss my plans with him briefly and he said, “Go! Live it up!” So off I went. It was close to 8:30 when I reached Boston, and later still when I got to the rendezvous point thanks to Boston’s egregious lack of useful signage. I dove into an underground parking garage that I hoped was somewhat nearby and had a rather longish walk in the rain to try to find where the Marriott was hiding, but I finally arrived.
As is almost always the case, I would not have wanted to miss this occasion. It was an absolute pleasure to meet Peter, a generous and very talented man, and a joy to see the incomparable Deirdre again. We talked non-stop for at least two hours and DB and Peter had had an hour before my arrival in which they also talked non-stop. The two of them got into an Irish riff together at the dinner table and I just settled back in my chair and let it wash over me like a gentle ocean wave, too tired to participate but so thankful to be with people who, like me, just can’t help “talking funny”. They get it. They get me. We get each other.
I love this crazy business. And I’m so glad not to have passed up the opportunity to turn an internet voice-over colleague into a real-life friend.
MCM, DBC & PKO
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