last night, our ys staff who were in atlanta had a post-convention celebration dinner at jeanne and jarrett stevens’ house. great time together. but there was one moment, when most of us were gathered on the back patio, in small clusters of conversation, when tic long (pres of events for ys) backed up to a tea light sitting on a railing, and caught his shirt on fire. i heard someone say, “tic, your shirt’s on fire.” it was on his back, so i couldn’t see it. he must have assumed it was no big deal, because his reaction was really slow, and he started to slowly unbutton it to take it off. everyone started yelling at him, as the flames spread across the entire back of the shirt (seriously, had it been me, instead of my bald friend, my hair would have been in flames). michelle fockler was yelling, “tic! drop and roll! drop and roll!” at, literally, the last second or two before it became a substantially bigger issue (and by this time, the entire back of the shirt was on fire), he ripped it off and threw it into the lawn area below us.
starfield has lyrics that say, “i’m a fire, i’m a flood, i’m a revolution….” tic just took it literally.