NY Comic Con - I’M Not Even There Yet
So I posted on my other blog, watchingsitcoms, about NY Comic Con (since I can’t really focus on anything other than the fact that I am leaving to go there tomorrow) and I expressed some concern about how I’m going to react when faced with a real life celebrity.
I admit it, I get star struck. I actually have a funny story about that. One time I went to a concert with some friends. I’m not telling you which concert, or who we saw, cause I don’t want to. I really just don’t want to.
Anyway, we were down the street from the venue (I think it was in Syracuse, NY) at a restaurant with a bunch of people grabbing something to eat before the show. Someone calls someone else in the crowd to say that the band members, and in particular, the lead singer, were out in back of the venue signing autographs and taking pics. It was like a stampede. Dozens of old ladies and tweenie girls running down the road like cattle.
I’m old, so I was slow and I get there just behind the crowd. Even so, I’m only about 15 feet away from this guy, who is smiling and signing.
I’m dumbfounded. Like I can’t believe he’s real and I’m staring at him, with my mouth wide open. Then I pull myself together (marginally) and decide to take a picture. I fumble around in my purse trying to get at my camera, pretty much dumping the contents into the street, and watch while my extra batteries and possibly my keys roll away out of sight under a bus. I’m so cool and polished.
All that being said, if I was that excited about someone who’s really not that interesting, how will I act if I have an opportunity to be face to face with (or in the vicinity of) Joss Whedon?
It won’t be pretty.
