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So as many of you know, yesterday I met Mary-Kate and Ashley. Now, for most people, that would be pretty cool and exciting. Like..."ooooh, cool! I met celebrities. Pass the nachos." But not for me. You don't understand. Meeting them was my lifelong dream. And now that I have fulfilled my lifelong dream, any future celebrity encounters will be boring. Alow me to show you my thrilling experience through pictures...
So right when we got to the US Open, I went upstairs to find my security guard friends from last time when I met Donald Trump. I looked and looked, but I couldn't find them! Nor could I find any celebrities! I was very upset. So I went back to the Fugi suite, and these people in front of me were talking about how they saw Julia Roberts somewhere in the audince. So that was pretty awesome. I was about to go searching for her, but then, as I was getting up, I heard the woman say, "Yeah, and I also saw one of the Olsen twins on the screen." And I was like, "WHAT?!?!?!?!?" And i didnt even know the people in front of me, but i basically screamed in their faces. So i snatched their binoculars and frantically seached for an Olsen twin. And finally, I found not one, but two Olsen Twins sitting in the audience with their dad! And i was freaking out. Like I wasn't even smiling or crying or anything. I was just so shocked and confused. I was simply freaking out. So this girl next to me, my age, was like "omg where are they?!" And i showed her where they were. And i didnt know her, but I was yelling in her face, too. And i made her come with me, even though she really wanted to watch tennis. She thought I was so weird. So we found an entrence to their section with a huge crow of people waiting to go in, so the guards wouldn't bother checking our tickets/seats. So once we got through, I was running all over the place and spinning around and spazing out and going crazy and dragging aroung my new friend who hated me and yelling in her face and freaking out. It was so intense. Then we found the section where MK and A were, and they were surrounded by all these 10 year old girls trying to get autographs. Can't you just imagine a whole bunch of ten year olds, and then me, twice their sizes, yelling and stepping on their feet and spazzing out? Then the security guard told everyone to leave because we were invading their privacy and they were watching tennis. So the girl i was with gave up left with all the 10-year-olds. But I was smart. I was like "oh, sorry, i have to get to my seat" and made a face that said those crazy kids...how childish!!, in a sophisiticated English accent. That was my facial expression. So i pushed past the guard and went to an empty seat in front of MK & A, pretending it was mine. Why am I so smart? It's not like he'd expect a 17 year old to be their biggest fan. But there I was, just sitting there a few seats in front of them. And i kept casually looking back...as if the tennis game was behind me. And meanwhile, mk&a were just chillen, 5 feat away from me. What. I took out my camera and took random pictures of tennis players, to blend in and act like I was actually interesting in the game and not in meeting Mary-Kate and Ashley.
Hurray!!! Look at all the wonderful tennis!!!
So anyway. At halftime, or whatever it is, I asked for their autographs and they signed my ticket. They seemed really tired and sick of fans and stuff though, and I knew it wasn't my place to start reciting It Takes Two to them, though I know they would have been impressed and wanted to be my best friend. Oh well. Here are their autographs:
It looks like scribbles, but you can kind of see the "MK." If that's what it is.
So then I started to take out my camera. I know they wouldnt have been able to take a picture with me because they were surrounded by people, but I wanted to at least have one of them. But just as I was taking my camera out, the security guard told me I couldn't because they're trying to enjoy the game and they need privacy and shmalalalla. Whatever. So my dad came over to take my camera and get a picture from the other side. But he just went back to the suite instead. I guess he forgot. It was so frustrating. I kept signaling for him to go, but since he was far away he couldn't see what I was doing and he just kept smiling and waving to me. I wanted to cry. The MK and A got up to leave when everyone was standing up and cheering so that nobody would see them. But they had to wait a second for the guards to open a secret door, so in the meantime, they were just standing there next to me, 1/3 my size. Mary-Kate and Ashley. Were standing. Next to me. For at least a minute. I knew I couldn't have said anything because they were in their own little worlds, but it was insane. So I sat there and waited and waited for them to come back, but they never did. Their dad was still there though. I called my dad to tell him to get ready with the camera, and as I was dialing these girls my age were talking to their dad about their obsession with MK & A, and I was listening to them, and I guess I was giving them a look, because one of them was like, "OMG...hahahhaa she thinks we're so weird." Then I hung up my phone and was like, "No omg not at all!!! I stole someone's seat just so I could sit near MK and A!!" And she's like, "yeah we were sitting behind them and we've just been snapping pictures of the backs of their heads!! When I got their autograph I didn't tell them that I have a calendar of them on my wall..." and I was like, "OMG SO DO I!!!!!!!!!!" And we bonded over our weird obsession. And their dad was like, "girls, how old are we?!" And we gave him a look of hate. So I sat there for a while longer and they never showed up. Eventually this old guy came up to my and screamed in my ear, "THESE ARE OUR SEATS!!!" So I had to leave. I got back to our suite and I was SO upset. Even though I had met them, the only proof I had was a ticket full of scribbles. I don't actually know why I was in such a bad mood, because I did meet them. But I was just very snappy at everyone. Then, all of a sudden, as I was listening to the people in front of me's conversation again, I heard them say, "Oh, we don't want this picture..." And I leaned over to see the picture, and, low and behold, it was this:
It was the exact picture I wanted and they just took it by accident. I think they were taking a picture of MK and A, and I just happened to be in it. They gave me the memory card and I printed a billion coppies. I was the happiest person in the world. Later I found out that they were still there, but I couldn't find their new seats. But it didn't matter. I MET MARY-KATE AND ASHLEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So as I was sitting on the balcony, attempting to watch tennis, someone said they spotted Alec Baldwin. I once again snatched the binoculars and looked, and not only was it Alec Bladwin, but it was Chevy Chase and Rick Moranis as well. That's like searching under a chicken at East Hill Farm, expecting to find one egg but finding three instead. It was insane. I made this photographer guy take a picture of them, and I printed it and took it over to them. I went up to Chevy, who was sitting on the isle, and I tapped him on the shoulder. He didn't respond. I was like, "Um...excuse me? Chevy Chase???" He didnt hear me, but the person sitting next to him told him I was there. Here are the pictures!
Asking Chevy to sign the picture.
Chevy signing the picture.
Then the game started, and we're supposed to say seated, so I was like, "Ummm...can I sit with you?" So I sat in front of Chevy Chase. It was insane.
Clapping
Alec Baldwin and Rick Moranis's son are cheering because I'm sitting with them.
Turning around to talk to Chevs. I asked him if he remembered going to my mom's restaurant 20 years ago, but he didn't. Then he was like, "Becca, want me to give this to Alec to sign?
Talking to Chevy. Notice the security guard coming down the stairs to tell me to leave, because I was sitting in the VIP famous people section.
I shook Chevs's hand and said it was nice to meet him, then I waved to Rick Moranis and asked the security guard if he could and he said yes, but hurry up. Not that I'm a big fan of Rick Moranis or anything, but still
Charly Rose was there, too, but I didn't have time to ask him for an autograph. He probably thought I didn't know who he was.
Walking away.
Mission accomplished!
The picture they signed!
It's weird that I wasn't starstuck or nervous around them. Maybe it's because I met MK and A before that. This was by far the most successful US Open EVER...
So right when we got to the US Open, I went upstairs to find my security guard friends from last time when I met Donald Trump. I looked and looked, but I couldn't find them! Nor could I find any celebrities! I was very upset. So I went back to the Fugi suite, and these people in front of me were talking about how they saw Julia Roberts somewhere in the audince. So that was pretty awesome. I was about to go searching for her, but then, as I was getting up, I heard the woman say, "Yeah, and I also saw one of the Olsen twins on the screen." And I was like, "WHAT?!?!?!?!?" And i didnt even know the people in front of me, but i basically screamed in their faces. So i snatched their binoculars and frantically seached for an Olsen twin. And finally, I found not one, but two Olsen Twins sitting in the audience with their dad! And i was freaking out. Like I wasn't even smiling or crying or anything. I was just so shocked and confused. I was simply freaking out. So this girl next to me, my age, was like "omg where are they?!" And i showed her where they were. And i didnt know her, but I was yelling in her face, too. And i made her come with me, even though she really wanted to watch tennis. She thought I was so weird. So we found an entrence to their section with a huge crow of people waiting to go in, so the guards wouldn't bother checking our tickets/seats. So once we got through, I was running all over the place and spinning around and spazing out and going crazy and dragging aroung my new friend who hated me and yelling in her face and freaking out. It was so intense. Then we found the section where MK and A were, and they were surrounded by all these 10 year old girls trying to get autographs. Can't you just imagine a whole bunch of ten year olds, and then me, twice their sizes, yelling and stepping on their feet and spazzing out? Then the security guard told everyone to leave because we were invading their privacy and they were watching tennis. So the girl i was with gave up left with all the 10-year-olds. But I was smart. I was like "oh, sorry, i have to get to my seat" and made a face that said those crazy kids...how childish!!, in a sophisiticated English accent. That was my facial expression. So i pushed past the guard and went to an empty seat in front of MK & A, pretending it was mine. Why am I so smart? It's not like he'd expect a 17 year old to be their biggest fan. But there I was, just sitting there a few seats in front of them. And i kept casually looking back...as if the tennis game was behind me. And meanwhile, mk&a were just chillen, 5 feat away from me. What. I took out my camera and took random pictures of tennis players, to blend in and act like I was actually interesting in the game and not in meeting Mary-Kate and Ashley.
Hurray!!! Look at all the wonderful tennis!!!
So anyway. At halftime, or whatever it is, I asked for their autographs and they signed my ticket. They seemed really tired and sick of fans and stuff though, and I knew it wasn't my place to start reciting It Takes Two to them, though I know they would have been impressed and wanted to be my best friend. Oh well. Here are their autographs:
It looks like scribbles, but you can kind of see the "MK." If that's what it is.
So then I started to take out my camera. I know they wouldnt have been able to take a picture with me because they were surrounded by people, but I wanted to at least have one of them. But just as I was taking my camera out, the security guard told me I couldn't because they're trying to enjoy the game and they need privacy and shmalalalla. Whatever. So my dad came over to take my camera and get a picture from the other side. But he just went back to the suite instead. I guess he forgot. It was so frustrating. I kept signaling for him to go, but since he was far away he couldn't see what I was doing and he just kept smiling and waving to me. I wanted to cry. The MK and A got up to leave when everyone was standing up and cheering so that nobody would see them. But they had to wait a second for the guards to open a secret door, so in the meantime, they were just standing there next to me, 1/3 my size. Mary-Kate and Ashley. Were standing. Next to me. For at least a minute. I knew I couldn't have said anything because they were in their own little worlds, but it was insane. So I sat there and waited and waited for them to come back, but they never did. Their dad was still there though. I called my dad to tell him to get ready with the camera, and as I was dialing these girls my age were talking to their dad about their obsession with MK & A, and I was listening to them, and I guess I was giving them a look, because one of them was like, "OMG...hahahhaa she thinks we're so weird." Then I hung up my phone and was like, "No omg not at all!!! I stole someone's seat just so I could sit near MK and A!!" And she's like, "yeah we were sitting behind them and we've just been snapping pictures of the backs of their heads!! When I got their autograph I didn't tell them that I have a calendar of them on my wall..." and I was like, "OMG SO DO I!!!!!!!!!!" And we bonded over our weird obsession. And their dad was like, "girls, how old are we?!" And we gave him a look of hate. So I sat there for a while longer and they never showed up. Eventually this old guy came up to my and screamed in my ear, "THESE ARE OUR SEATS!!!" So I had to leave. I got back to our suite and I was SO upset. Even though I had met them, the only proof I had was a ticket full of scribbles. I don't actually know why I was in such a bad mood, because I did meet them. But I was just very snappy at everyone. Then, all of a sudden, as I was listening to the people in front of me's conversation again, I heard them say, "Oh, we don't want this picture..." And I leaned over to see the picture, and, low and behold, it was this:
It was the exact picture I wanted and they just took it by accident. I think they were taking a picture of MK and A, and I just happened to be in it. They gave me the memory card and I printed a billion coppies. I was the happiest person in the world. Later I found out that they were still there, but I couldn't find their new seats. But it didn't matter. I MET MARY-KATE AND ASHLEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So as I was sitting on the balcony, attempting to watch tennis, someone said they spotted Alec Baldwin. I once again snatched the binoculars and looked, and not only was it Alec Bladwin, but it was Chevy Chase and Rick Moranis as well. That's like searching under a chicken at East Hill Farm, expecting to find one egg but finding three instead. It was insane. I made this photographer guy take a picture of them, and I printed it and took it over to them. I went up to Chevy, who was sitting on the isle, and I tapped him on the shoulder. He didn't respond. I was like, "Um...excuse me? Chevy Chase???" He didnt hear me, but the person sitting next to him told him I was there. Here are the pictures!
Asking Chevy to sign the picture.
Chevy signing the picture.
Then the game started, and we're supposed to say seated, so I was like, "Ummm...can I sit with you?" So I sat in front of Chevy Chase. It was insane.
Clapping
Alec Baldwin and Rick Moranis's son are cheering because I'm sitting with them.
Turning around to talk to Chevs. I asked him if he remembered going to my mom's restaurant 20 years ago, but he didn't. Then he was like, "Becca, want me to give this to Alec to sign?
Talking to Chevy. Notice the security guard coming down the stairs to tell me to leave, because I was sitting in the VIP famous people section.
I shook Chevs's hand and said it was nice to meet him, then I waved to Rick Moranis and asked the security guard if he could and he said yes, but hurry up. Not that I'm a big fan of Rick Moranis or anything, but still
Charly Rose was there, too, but I didn't have time to ask him for an autograph. He probably thought I didn't know who he was.
Walking away.
Mission accomplished!
The picture they signed!
It's weird that I wasn't starstuck or nervous around them. Maybe it's because I met MK and A before that. This was by far the most successful US Open EVER...