For the sake of accuracy, I should mention that it was, in fact, in the back of a limousine on our way from Mirabelle's to the Saddle Ranch.
ETA:
OH Kristen I have a book about unsolved crimes for you.
YAY! Thank you! (Though, on first read, I thought it read
about
me. And I was all paranoid.)
I kissed Bradley Whitford.
It
was,
however, pronounced correctly.
ita, you got a moon AND krav.
Still with the pronunciation issues.
I danced naked with Joss (lie).
The best I have is dancing with Joss and Nathan to Greendays American Idiot. In his socks. We'd tied his tie around his head (rambo style). There was alcohol involved. And some scary fans who had followed us to the club and stood outside all night with marker pens.
Most embarrasing memory, ever: being stood at bar with ex-girlfriend. Anthony Stewart Head is stood behind me (but I didn't know). She squeels Giles, so I squeel it mockingly back VERY LOUD. And then spend the rest of the night avoiding ASH after turning around.
ETA: I should really clarify, I so don't take the concept of SCP seriously in any way.
stood outside all night with marker pens
Why marker pens, in particular? I'm thinking fat-tipped "Sharpie," here and it's not making a lot of sense to me.
Not marker pens, then. The big gold and black signing pen things. I'm very rubbish, I don't know what they're called. I've successfully got one thing signed, ever, and that was signed by somebody else for me (as in, not requested, it appeared through the mail).
Does queueing for signatures make you part of an actors fandom?