I started attending Hulla last year and have only missed Drift on a Dream. Even though I was new, and no one really knew my girlfriend and I, Robin was always really friendly in line, and always seemed to be smiling. I only found out later that she was Mrs. Frolic, and I guess when I think about how understanding Chris is with these boards, it only seems right that the woman he marries is friendly and outgoing as well.
I am writing the post to thank Robin for going out of her way to help my girlfriend and I enjoy this last and most amazing party. Not only did she allow us to experience a Hulla in a way I never thought I could, she was also there to rescue us from over protective Security.. Security =
I dont know if anyone remembers outside in the smoking section there was a girl wearing a white and black striped shirt. She was getting seriously harrassed by security, and at just TWELVE o'clock in the evening they told her that she would have to leave. I was so scared, and felt a helpless knot in my stomach. I can usually talk my way out of things, and am very friendly, but these people were not listening at all. It started when my girlfriend simply slipped on those Stone Age stairs they have, and took more than 10 seconds to get her balance back. As if these security guards have never been drunk before. Hell, its hard to navigate NORMAL stairs when you are that drunk. Back to the main story though, I found Robin outside and told her the situation. The only time we had ever talked was in line only 2-3 times for 5 minutes a piece. Yet, she was willing to vouch for us, and step in to make sure that my girlfriend was not kicked out. She took a chance on us, and I am glad that we were only drinking and that my girlfriend proved her right by making a quick and full recovery from her ridiculous drunken state.
That kind of trust and friendliness made it that much harder to accept that this was the last time I would be at a Hulla, and most likely the last time I would ever see Chris or Robin.
Does anyone here remember when that guy in the crowd at the end of the night screamed: Fuck you Robin? I was so shocked, and at first I thought it was a joke because it didnt make any sense that someone would say that. After all that she had done for me, I was ready to jump off stage and attack him when he screamed it again. Fortunately he was 'escorted' out.
Thank you Robin, and thank you Chris, for making my short one year of Hulla something that I will remember for a long long time.