I am convinced that one day soon the entire internets are going to band together to kill me.
Backdated to about 5pm on the 20th...
...Ahahahahaha. The curse of the Muppets strikes again! *cuddles her Cookie Monster hoodie*
Rupert Grint was on my plane home.
Like a silly cow, I managed to put my camera in the hold with the suitcases, and of course you can't use your mobile (and hence your mobile phone's camera) on a plane. ARGH! But I popped down during the flight and got his autograph.
I also got an autograph for my (wussy) small brother who refused to go say hi, and thus am firmly in the Awesome Big Sister Of Awesome territory right now. Rupert was very nice, though a bit quiet, and seemed fairly happy to be recognised. (And his sister is hot. Er.) Though given his fandom, he was probably just happy I didn't stick around long and wasn't BATSHIT INSANE. *fears the Harry Potter fandom*
So now, of course, I'm sitting in my seat on the plane handwriting my LJ post on the subject. Complete with notes in the margin of my notepad. Sometimes I'm so geeky it worries even me.
...Should I ETA if I manage to get a photo with him once we've landed? Hope he doesn't get some kind of VIP treatment - although since he's flying budget, I doubt it. How do actual megacelebs (you know, Angelina Jolie and her ilk) get their luggage and stuff, anyway?
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ETA: (Of course I ETA'd. What kind of geek do you take me for?
You bet your arse I got pictures. With surprisingly shitty camera phone, but is Ron Weasley with me!
Am sitting in our hotel room now, on nasty hard pull-out bed. Still, is only for one night.
*goes into hiding from the amassed Whoniverse and Harry Potter fandoms*
...Ahahahahaha. The curse of the Muppets strikes again! *cuddles her Cookie Monster hoodie*
Rupert Grint was on my plane home.
Like a silly cow, I managed to put my camera in the hold with the suitcases, and of course you can't use your mobile (and hence your mobile phone's camera) on a plane. ARGH! But I popped down during the flight and got his autograph.
I also got an autograph for my (wussy) small brother who refused to go say hi, and thus am firmly in the Awesome Big Sister Of Awesome territory right now. Rupert was very nice, though a bit quiet, and seemed fairly happy to be recognised. (And his sister is hot. Er.) Though given his fandom, he was probably just happy I didn't stick around long and wasn't BATSHIT INSANE. *fears the Harry Potter fandom*
So now, of course, I'm sitting in my seat on the plane handwriting my LJ post on the subject. Complete with notes in the margin of my notepad. Sometimes I'm so geeky it worries even me.
...Should I ETA if I manage to get a photo with him once we've landed? Hope he doesn't get some kind of VIP treatment - although since he's flying budget, I doubt it. How do actual megacelebs (you know, Angelina Jolie and her ilk) get their luggage and stuff, anyway?
---
ETA: (Of course I ETA'd. What kind of geek do you take me for?
You bet your arse I got pictures. With surprisingly shitty camera phone, but is Ron Weasley with me!
Am sitting in our hotel room now, on nasty hard pull-out bed. Still, is only for one night.
*goes into hiding from the amassed Whoniverse and Harry Potter fandoms*