What’s with that? How I became my own version of Seinfeld in a Brisbane car park
Life imitates art at the strangest of times, but Phil Brown picked an inconvenient moment to morph into Jerry Seinfeld.
It wasn’t until afterwards that we realized how perfect it was. There we were wandering around the car park at the Brisbane Entertainment Centre after watching Jerry Seinfeld last week … and we couldn’t find our car.
Of course, any Seinfeld fan knows The Parking Garage episode when the Seinfeld gang go to a mall and afterwards it takes them more than an hour to locate their car.
And here we were after being thoroughly entertained by Jerry in Brisbane and we couldn’t find our car either.
It was an amazing night for Seinfeld fans last week and even though I didn’t actually see anyone I knew I felt like everyone was my friend. That was my tribe.
Seinfeld lovers are a subculture and admittedly a lot of us are Baby Boomers but there are lots of young fans too. Our son, who was weaned on Seinfeld, went to see Jerry in Sydney with some mates and they are all in their early twenties. Seinfeld spans the generations.
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The show is part of my DNA and if you’re not a Seinfeld fan, sorry, I may not be able to communicate with you too well. My test of who is or isn’t a fan is wearing the T-shirt my wife gave me for Christmas. It bears the words … “It’s not a lie if you believe it.” Seinfeld fans nod knowingly or wave and laugh but others are befuddled.
One person even said to me once … “Is that a Trump thing?” I just shook my head and walked away.
My son has a T-shirt too, his bears that famous portrait of Kramer from the show and the moment when the two well-to-do art lovers ponder over it is priceless.
After a bit of arty banter, the woman says … “He transcends time and space” while her husband says “He sickens me.” Then, regarding the painting again she says “I love it” and he says … “Me too.”
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It’s a classic.
At the end of Jerry’s Brisbane show a teenage girl brought forward a poster for Jerry to sign but it wasn’t of him … it was the Kramer!
Jerry good naturedly took the poster from her though and signed it right there on stage while more than 10,000 fans patiently waited.
And then it was over and we were all ejected, happy as Larry … until we realised we didn’t know where our car was.
There were some other people wandering around too like souls lost in hell, looking for their cars. I thought ours had been stolen.
Eventually we asked a parking attendant who had a handy little map on him and we worked out that we had been searching in the wrong car park. Duh.
He pointed us in the direction and there was the car which was great because I really needed to go. If you remember The Parking Garage episode, you’ll recall that Jerry goes in a corner of the car park and gets busted by security. Jerry tries to talk his way out of a ticket by making up a story about the fictional disease uromisitisis, but the officer is not convinced.
I suppose I could have done a bush wee considering we were parked in what is basically a swamp but I resisted the urge and we got into the car and headed for home. Thanks for the memories, Jerry.
