Guess what?
I took the bus from here at 21 past six, got off at Olavsgaard, waited for the Oslo bus. And waited. And waited. 15 minutes went, I panicked, phoned my dad, he drove like a pig to Lillestrøm train station, I caught a train, ran from Nationaltheatret to Latter (this comedy place at Aker Brygge), hung around, got in without being asked for ID, was fascinated by the wonderful "starlit sky" in the ceiling, pinched Thomas in the arm and let out tiny screams 235923584649 time before the show started, pretended that the warm-up woman, Lisa Tønne, was funny, but really just laughed out of pity, desperately wanting her to get off the stage to that Dylan could get on, and cried when he finally did.
He was wonderful and talked about Norway and herring and boats and oil and Germans and grapes and children being miniature alcoholics and he drunk and smoke and was wonderful.
After around an hour, it was over, so we went outside, desperately trying to find backstage, my brother and his friends ("Aunt" Monica, Nichlas and Thomas") being quite negative. But I kept going, cause I had made up my mind that I was going to meet him.
I convinced my brother to follow me back in, to the stage, where stage workers where folding a huge, black curtain. I asked them politely where Dylan was. "Probably in his wardrobe," they said. I asked if they knew where he would go when leaving, and they said he'd be in the lounge bar soon.
We went back out, gave a little report to the others, and waited.
After a little while of standing guard on a spot where we could see both the entrance and what we assumed was the backstage exit, me being extremely alert and ready to run anywhere at the speed of light, and also talking with three other girls who are also crazy for Dylan, Mona and Nichlas decided to leave. Nichlas asked how long I was staying, I said "I'll stay for as long as it takes," and he was all "Hahaha, yeah, right, good luck on being in a bar which you're not even allowed to be in, trying to find a man who's probably already left, hahaha". Dumbass.
They left, Thomas and Erlend were hungry and went to get food at the Deli de Luca right across the street, while I stood outside of the bar, which had glass windows. I randomy turned around, and who did I see?
The Man Himself.
Dylan Moran.
I gasped a bit, wondered what I would do and say, then gathered courage and walked in. I gave him an intense stare as I walked in (he was very close to the door), he looked at me, but he was standing with a few people, talking, and partially turned his back on me. I waited a little while, then gently poked his arm.
Me: "Dylan?"
Him: "Yeah?"
Me: "I'm Andrea. *reaches out hand*"
Him: "*grabs hand and shakes* Hello, Andrea." (Or something along those lines.)
Anyways, I said that he's extraordinary (he used that word A LOT during the show), and that I love Black Books, and wondered if I could have his autograph. He said sure, signed my piece of paper AND the booklets in the Black Books DVD's, season 1 and 2. I asked if it was possible to have my picture taken with him, he said "Sure", and this other English bodyguard thing took a picture of us. I told him my brother and his friend were buying food, and that they'd love to meet him, and wondered if he was staying for a bit. He said something like "I'm not going anywere, I'm sticking around". I think I mentioned that both my brother and I are mad about Black Books, and he said that Bill's coming to Oslo soon! (Bill Bailey, a british actor in Black Books, and also a musician and a comedian.)
He also looked at my scarf and asked me where he could buy a one for himself. For some lame reason, my reply was "Well, my boyfriend actually knitted this for me, but do you know Hennes & Mauritz?" He stared blankly at me. "H and M,". He went all "Aaah, oooh, yees." Me: "They have a lot of good scarves".
Theeen I can't really remember what happened. I think he excused himself. I went over to Deli de Luca and got Erlend (brother) and Thomas, telling them I'd just met Dylan. They came with me outside, and Erlend acted like a complete fangirl. "How do I look? How's my hair?", grinning broadly and nervously. After a bit, we went back in, and he was standing by himself at the bar, poking some weird crisps or something. "Sorry to bother you again, Dylan, but this is my brother". Erlend was still grinning, his eyes widened in awe and love. Aww. He and Thomas said something about loving Black Books, and I took a picture of the three of them.
Cute.
We thanked him, went outside and I eventually got home, sleepy as HELL, having to do some work for the newspaper on the comp, as I had kind of forgotten that the deadline was today, and eventually slept.
I was partially dead this morning, too.
But it was so worth it.
It also makes me feel kind of good... That I managed to meet him, I mean. That I didn't give up. I kept pushing and convincing and nagging and refusing to leave. My mind was set, and I reached my goal.
And I met the Man of My Dreams.
Brilliant.
I'll never forget that night!