Today in a signing line...
Colbert:
(humorously re: random dude ahead of me)
Hey! Someone get this guy outta here! Drag him into the street! Strip search him!
Me: Yeah!
Jack White: He a friend of yours?
Me: No, just being a wiseass.
Jack White: Would you go out with him? You know, on a date?
Me: I don't really know him... coffee maybe... yeah, coffee first
Jack White: Well of COURSE coffee first! Only makes sense...
INTERRUPTING COMEDY CENTRAL SECURITY DOUCHE: Move it along miss...
Me:
(in my head but fucking loudly)
JACK WHITE IS HOLDING MY HAND AND JOKING AROUND WITH ME! OMG SHUT UP AND DIEEEEEEE!
Went back through the line again on the trumped up premise that my sigs had smudged and could they sign the liner of the record. Thanked them for the show. Jack said it was a lot of fun and he'd had a great week. HE IS A HAND HOLDY TALKER IS THAT JACK WHITE!
Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Me: (in my head but fucking loudly) JACK WHITE IS HOLDING MY HAND AND JOKING AROUND WITH ME! OMG SHUT UP AND DIEEEEEEE!
Silly security guard.
I just watched the Catholic-off that Colbert and Jack White did and was nearly crying laughing. So I emailed it to a couple of priests and my very ex-Catholic mom.
Glad you had a good time, Trudy.
COOL!
Missouri is pretty boring. The closest I have come to celebrity is...NSM. Dan went to school with Peregrine Honig, who was on that reality art show, and when we went out to dinner for our anniversary, she was at the next table.
Other than that...nothing.
I went out to dinner tonight with my sister and her friend, who moved back from LA, and she had some fun stories about being an extra on True Blood, Bones and ER.
She said Angela Bassett almost knocked her down, when she made a mistake in a scene and grabbed her, laughing so hard.
John Stamos was really nice, Chevy Chase told her about his parrot and Ryan Kwanten is hotter than fire.
Oh, and Jack White? Boob man.
Very polite about it, classy not skeevy, but distinct smile breaks out
juuust
before he meets your eyes as he looks up at you from the table.
Particularly if you're the sort of tramp who'd wear a v-neck to a signing at which you likely will be leaning down.
This has been crazy celebrity sighting week. Ran into Peter Yarrow in the Village and Brian Stokes Mitchell at Drama Book Shop. Then Debet saw Obama's motorcade. Today, you know, Jack & Colbert. Cray cray.
Particularly if you're the sort of tramp who'd wear a v-neck to a signing at which you likely will be leaning down.
::loves Trudy sooooo hard::
Who's got two thumbs and gets too hungry for dinner at eight?
THIS GIRL!
WHEE! I know! You're a bad, bad girl!
(I've been there! I've SEEN...)
Who's got two thumbs and eyes that no longer feel like they have ground glass in them? This girl. You betcha.
I'm still just a bit itchy, and oddly, or perhaps not so, I'm very much more exhausted than I think I should be. Chalking it all up to immune system working overtime.
(I've been there! I've SEEN...)
::eyeroll::
You STILL owe me a cutie.
