Ubersquee post.
Went to the SAG event. Like, fucking paranoid, we got there way early. No worries, though, as the place soon filled to claustrophobic level. It's a very intimate venue - I couldn't have been more than 10-12 feet from Hugh himself.
Saw Tuesday's episode, which I order you all to watch, as it is pure brilliance from moment one. Go David Shore. Truly, my respect for this guy increases by the episode. No idea what he's done before this, but I may look into it. Anyway, watch the episode, and love it like I do.
Listened to pure genius. Pure genius that read my mind, giving practically verbatim the reasons I do this for a living. I'm serious. Hugh is just incredibly intelligent, astute and witty, I was near tears for part of the evening. There were of course the few stupid people (like the stupid idiot who was trying to pimp her script or something, and I put my head in my hands and said, "You don't do that at things like this"), but it was overridden by...THE EPIPHANY. I do not use the caps nor the bold lightly.
Hugh was talking about television, and he says that he has a rather controversial opinion, so I kind of braced myself, you know, hanging on his ideas of my medium. And he like, completely, totally said exactly, so much better than I ever have, why I do this job. How television is so great and what it can do. My jaw dropped. My respect for him soared even further. Ladies and gentlemen, this man and I are of like mind on a subject that's really, really important to me. I mean...to know that somebody I look up to gets it like I do...just whoa.
(I caught him looking at me at one point, which was probably accidental, but it was a funny neurotic moment to me, in my brain: "Am I staring? Is that why he's looking at me? Am I staring? I need to stop staring." LOL.)
Met some of our lovely fandom members. Hey, guys, if you're reading this. Twas truly a blast to like, be reminded that I'm not the only under-twenty young woman with an obsession with a guy old enough to be my father. The pure fangirl moments were just cute, and you know strangely liberating, since the whole time I'm like, "Don't make an ass of yourself. Don't make an ass of yourself."
Met Hugh, managed not to make an ass of myself, and spit out that he'd read my mind without being completely stupid. Like, I just told him it was an honor to meet him and that he'd basically summed up my thoughts. His eyes are gorgeous. I had to crane a little, but he's insanely tall and I'm insanely short, so. He has a really firm handshake and...this is just cute. We're taking the picture, and I'm thinking I'm gonna fall over because I'm so in shock. I kind of mutter this to myself (I'm one of those people who thinks out loud) and his grip on my arm actually tightens. The guy was just a class act, through and through. I mean, he personally elected to stay so everybody could meet him and all that, up front. Awesome.
Took picture, obviously, which you will all see when I get my digital camera hooked up and rolling. Got his autograph too, and he actually asked how to spell my friggin' name, which is just courteous, given how many variations on my name there are.
Saw him leaving, too, took time to stop and drool as we're sitting in the car pretending like we're not staring. I was on the phone with my mom at the time so it's like, "Yeah, mom, and we...hold on, he's like right there...so then we...I'm turning to stare...and then..." I was hopeless.
Hung out with Alison and made sense of fandom as I know it. Seriously, we hashed things out in our heads, had some kickass steak, laughed for a long damn time, and generally had a really wonderful evening. Meeting Hugh Laurie is so gonna go down in history for me. I'm still looking down at my hand, disbelieving that, to quote some athlete, "I shook this guy's friggin' hand."
One of the best days of my life.
Saw Tuesday's episode, which I order you all to watch, as it is pure brilliance from moment one. Go David Shore. Truly, my respect for this guy increases by the episode. No idea what he's done before this, but I may look into it. Anyway, watch the episode, and love it like I do.
Listened to pure genius. Pure genius that read my mind, giving practically verbatim the reasons I do this for a living. I'm serious. Hugh is just incredibly intelligent, astute and witty, I was near tears for part of the evening. There were of course the few stupid people (like the stupid idiot who was trying to pimp her script or something, and I put my head in my hands and said, "You don't do that at things like this"), but it was overridden by...THE EPIPHANY. I do not use the caps nor the bold lightly.
Hugh was talking about television, and he says that he has a rather controversial opinion, so I kind of braced myself, you know, hanging on his ideas of my medium. And he like, completely, totally said exactly, so much better than I ever have, why I do this job. How television is so great and what it can do. My jaw dropped. My respect for him soared even further. Ladies and gentlemen, this man and I are of like mind on a subject that's really, really important to me. I mean...to know that somebody I look up to gets it like I do...just whoa.
(I caught him looking at me at one point, which was probably accidental, but it was a funny neurotic moment to me, in my brain: "Am I staring? Is that why he's looking at me? Am I staring? I need to stop staring." LOL.)
Met some of our lovely fandom members. Hey, guys, if you're reading this. Twas truly a blast to like, be reminded that I'm not the only under-twenty young woman with an obsession with a guy old enough to be my father. The pure fangirl moments were just cute, and you know strangely liberating, since the whole time I'm like, "Don't make an ass of yourself. Don't make an ass of yourself."
Met Hugh, managed not to make an ass of myself, and spit out that he'd read my mind without being completely stupid. Like, I just told him it was an honor to meet him and that he'd basically summed up my thoughts. His eyes are gorgeous. I had to crane a little, but he's insanely tall and I'm insanely short, so. He has a really firm handshake and...this is just cute. We're taking the picture, and I'm thinking I'm gonna fall over because I'm so in shock. I kind of mutter this to myself (I'm one of those people who thinks out loud) and his grip on my arm actually tightens. The guy was just a class act, through and through. I mean, he personally elected to stay so everybody could meet him and all that, up front. Awesome.
Took picture, obviously, which you will all see when I get my digital camera hooked up and rolling. Got his autograph too, and he actually asked how to spell my friggin' name, which is just courteous, given how many variations on my name there are.
Saw him leaving, too, took time to stop and drool as we're sitting in the car pretending like we're not staring. I was on the phone with my mom at the time so it's like, "Yeah, mom, and we...hold on, he's like right there...so then we...I'm turning to stare...and then..." I was hopeless.
Hung out with Alison and made sense of fandom as I know it. Seriously, we hashed things out in our heads, had some kickass steak, laughed for a long damn time, and generally had a really wonderful evening. Meeting Hugh Laurie is so gonna go down in history for me. I'm still looking down at my hand, disbelieving that, to quote some athlete, "I shook this guy's friggin' hand."
One of the best days of my life.