Today was the first in a series of goodbyes that are going to be playing out across my last weeks in Chicago.
Which reminds me – goodbyes SUCK!
Tonight was the last live show I will have with “Wait, Wait…Don’t Tell Me.” Next week, the final week of my internship, the show is going on the road to Portland, Maine, and I am staying in Chicago so that I can do normal, ordinary, non-nerdy things1 in the last weekend before I leave Chicago.
So tonight I did a lot of lasts.
I took my last cab with Peter and Eva to the Chase Bank Auditorium. I ate my last delicious catered meal in the greenroom with the panelists2. I had my last diet coke and cupcake in the control room while waiting for the show to start. I spent my last “Who’s Carl This Time?” giggling while Mike and Ian made fun of everyone on stage3.
Last time hearing Peter make an Angry Birds joke when his iPad didn’t work.
Last time hearing “This. Is NPR.”
Last time sneaking out the back during the Q&A.
Last time leaving the Chase Bank auditorium through the terrifying revolving doors.
And yeah, I loved all those things, and I will miss all of those things. But there was one goodbye tonight that, above all, made me want to shrivel up and melt into a puddle of tears.
Tonight, I said goodbye to Carl.
Carl Kasell, NPR legend, is easily one of the kindest and sweetest men I have ever met. He is everything you would hope he would be after listening to his stalwart, resonate tones on the radio for years. He has an air of perpetual sophistication4 but never fails to see the humor in every situation. From the first time I met him, when I was lost and alone and he greeted me with a kiss on the cheek like we were old friends, Carl has never been anything but kind to me. Through these ten weeks of script read thrus and post-show drinks and half-hour voice mail message recordings, Carl and I bonded.
Today, Carl and I had our last studio session together. I donned the big headphones and Carl positioned himself smartly in front of the microphone. One. Last. Time.
Tonight after the show, we said a very tender goodbye that included a quick succession of big hugs, an invitation to come back and see him anytime, and a kiss from Carl.
Then, we took a picture.
Remember how the first time I met Carl, I shyly asked him for a picture together? It looked like this:
I’m not photogenic on the best of days, and this picture is that day in Bethesda captured in a frame. Kind of awkward, and my expression clearly conveys my thoughts, which went something like this: “I am a little girl in a big city with a bunch of people I don’t know trying to do a job I am totally not qualified to do and I am totally shell shocked and in three different time zones but this is oh my gosh this is Carl Kasell I AM TOUCHING CARL KASELL AND TRYING TO NOT LOOK AS FREAKING EXCITED ABOUT THAT AS I AM!!!”
Awkward, I think is the word.
Tonight, our picture together looked like this:
And that is the best part about my summer in a frame.
Carl – thank you. From the bottom of my heart. Thank you for living up to all my expectations of your awesome.
Until we meet again.
- In other words, I’m going to a Harry Potter convention.
- I also met Paula Pell, the second half of Scott Adsit on 30 Rock. It has been a very Hornberger summer for me.
- We’re equal opportunity mockers.
- And trust me, it’s hard to maintain this level of dignity while doing impressions of Kristen Stewart in limerick form.
- Still disoriented every time.