Conversations with God...er, Joss
Yesterday...
+I went to the premiere of Serenity.
+I saw Nathan Fillion, Adam Baldwin, Alan Tudyk, Summer Glau, Jewel Staite, Alyson Hannigan, Alexis Denisof, Amy Acker, and Neil Patrick Harris.
+I had actual conversations with David Krumholtz, Seth Rogen, and...JOSS WHEDON!
I started the evening by spending way too long planning my outfit. I actually followed a lot of people's suggestions and wore something Inara-ish, but in brown: brown tiered skirt, big brown belt, orange tank top, big amber necklaces, brown jacket, and my mom's fantabulous brown buckle boots, which I absolutely do not have designs on. (I want them, precioussss!) I was supposed to be picked up by Anne, my host from The Hollywood Reporter, at 6:30, but she was late so I spent the entire ride to Universal CityWalk on the verge of a panic attack. However...the screening started late, and we were perfectly on time to see, for example, Aly & Alexis enter the theater looking like the poster children for impossibly good-looking young married people. Really, you'd kind of have to hate them if you didn't want so badly to demand a threesome. I almost died of the cute.
Instead, I went to the bathroom where I ran into newberlinwall--small world! She was in the same theater as me, but had much better seats as she's apparently Seth Rogen's cousin. I did not know this. To my credit, I was excited to see you, newberlinwall, before I knew about that little family connection. Honest.
Back out in schmooze-ville, Anne introduced me to Stacey Snider, the chairman of Universal Pictures. She looks exactly how you would expect the chairman of Universal Pictures to look: wasp-waisted and blonde. She provided one of the best soundbites of the night.
ANNE: Stacey, I'd like you to meet my daughter, Nora, and trinityofone, the fan I quoted in my story.
STACEY: Oh, are you a Browncoat?
ME: Er, yes.
STACEY: Oh, good! We need weirdos like you to help get the word out!
ANNE: Weirdos?
ME: *tries not to laugh*
Anne also introduced me to Ron Meyer, another Universal bigwig (COO, I think?), who--and you'll love this, mciac--used to date my aunt. I did not mention this fact.
Then...THE MOVIE! I'll write a spoilery post about my reactions later, but for now: yes. Go see. Yes, yes.
ANYWAY...we came out of the theater, and before I could even begin to compose myself (and I really, really needed to--I was emotionally all over the place), Anne decided I needed to be introduced to Joss Whedon right away. She grabbed some VIP she knew, and he actually got us several minutes to chat with him. And by "chat" I mean, I gushed at him (looking very dapper and trim in a slate-grey suit) and he was sweet enough not to roll his eyes too much. Seriously, though: we talked about a couple of things from the movie that I shall not repeat here, except:
ME: Just so you know, I think you broke me.
JOSS: Really? *bobs on his feet* Is it wrong that I'm really excited about that?
He gets off on torturing his audience! Not that I blame him (I would, too...if I had an audience), but dude. That explains a lot.
Then, as he was being dragged away, the best thing EVER happened:
ME: It was nice to meet you!
JOSS: Thanks, you too. And I really like your outfit!
OMG! *dies*
MY INTERNAL MONOLOGUE FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT: Joss likes my outfit! Joss likes my outfit! Joss likes my outfit! Joss likes... etc.
We then got swept down another bit of red carpet (they're really obsessed with that, aren't they?) to the After-Party. The Universal Studios Theme Park had been shut down and tables of fancy food & drink set up. I got a margarita and a big plate of caprese salad, the latter of which I soon disposed of when I decided that I didn't want to be Girl With Large, Awkward Plate of Food for the rest of the night. Instead, I chose to be Ineptly Mingling Girl. Anne sweet-talked another bigwig and got us into the VIP room...which was almost instantly opened up to the rest of the partygoers. Oh well: for about five minutes, I was Very Important.
Very Important status apparently grants you a room that was clearly supposed to be evoking Inara's Buddhist-inspired training house decor, but instead evoked Nora's 11th grade Catholic school prom. There was a lot of faux-Asian furniture and big planets hanging from the ceiling. There was also the worst DJ ever. When we first came in, he was playing an absolutely horrific cover of "Let's Get It On." Seriously.
While Anne chatted up more executives, Nora and I oggled the celebrities. Adam Baldwin was very easy to keep an eye on as he was the tallest person in the room...possibly in the whole entire world. I literally backed into Neil Patrick Harris by the dessert buffet...and then three seconds later, did the same to Amy Acker (who looked great, BTW--she was wearing a really cute white blouse and jeans and just looked really pretty and natural. I was impressed). We spent several entertaining minutes watching Summer Glau futz with the chocolate fountain. And there's a sentence that exemplifies the evening: one in which I don't know which part to emphasize, SUMMER GLAU or CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN. It was a weird night.
Then I spotted newberlinwall across the room, and I dashed over to say hi...not realizing that the person she was in deep conversation with was David Krumholtz. Nora almost passed out at this point, as she is apparently Numb3rs Fan #1; I'm glad that my connections/clumsiness can be a help to someone who's mother has in the past gotten her introduced to Jake Gyllenhaal, Paul Bettany, and Peter Sarsgaard. While Nora gawked in David's general direction, newberlinwall introduced me to Seth Rogen. My immediate (and no doubt embarrassing...sorry, newberlinwall!) reaction was to say:
ME: You look JUST like my brother!
SETH: Then your brother's surely a handsome man!
I assured him that he was.
Then there was more mingling, more spotting of people vaguely familiar--Michael Hitchcock? Mark Sheppard?--and then we left...directly behind Amy Acker, who probably thought I was stalking her.
Of course not. As this post has shown, I'm much too cool for that.
After all, JOSS LIKED MY OUTFIT!
+I went to the premiere of Serenity.
+I saw Nathan Fillion, Adam Baldwin, Alan Tudyk, Summer Glau, Jewel Staite, Alyson Hannigan, Alexis Denisof, Amy Acker, and Neil Patrick Harris.
+I had actual conversations with David Krumholtz, Seth Rogen, and...JOSS WHEDON!
I started the evening by spending way too long planning my outfit. I actually followed a lot of people's suggestions and wore something Inara-ish, but in brown: brown tiered skirt, big brown belt, orange tank top, big amber necklaces, brown jacket, and my mom's fantabulous brown buckle boots, which I absolutely do not have designs on. (I want them, precioussss!) I was supposed to be picked up by Anne, my host from The Hollywood Reporter, at 6:30, but she was late so I spent the entire ride to Universal CityWalk on the verge of a panic attack. However...the screening started late, and we were perfectly on time to see, for example, Aly & Alexis enter the theater looking like the poster children for impossibly good-looking young married people. Really, you'd kind of have to hate them if you didn't want so badly to demand a threesome. I almost died of the cute.
Instead, I went to the bathroom where I ran into newberlinwall--small world! She was in the same theater as me, but had much better seats as she's apparently Seth Rogen's cousin. I did not know this. To my credit, I was excited to see you, newberlinwall, before I knew about that little family connection. Honest.
Back out in schmooze-ville, Anne introduced me to Stacey Snider, the chairman of Universal Pictures. She looks exactly how you would expect the chairman of Universal Pictures to look: wasp-waisted and blonde. She provided one of the best soundbites of the night.
ANNE: Stacey, I'd like you to meet my daughter, Nora, and trinityofone, the fan I quoted in my story.
STACEY: Oh, are you a Browncoat?
ME: Er, yes.
STACEY: Oh, good! We need weirdos like you to help get the word out!
ANNE: Weirdos?
ME: *tries not to laugh*
Anne also introduced me to Ron Meyer, another Universal bigwig (COO, I think?), who--and you'll love this, mciac--used to date my aunt. I did not mention this fact.
Then...THE MOVIE! I'll write a spoilery post about my reactions later, but for now: yes. Go see. Yes, yes.
ANYWAY...we came out of the theater, and before I could even begin to compose myself (and I really, really needed to--I was emotionally all over the place), Anne decided I needed to be introduced to Joss Whedon right away. She grabbed some VIP she knew, and he actually got us several minutes to chat with him. And by "chat" I mean, I gushed at him (looking very dapper and trim in a slate-grey suit) and he was sweet enough not to roll his eyes too much. Seriously, though: we talked about a couple of things from the movie that I shall not repeat here, except:
ME: Just so you know, I think you broke me.
JOSS: Really? *bobs on his feet* Is it wrong that I'm really excited about that?
He gets off on torturing his audience! Not that I blame him (I would, too...if I had an audience), but dude. That explains a lot.
Then, as he was being dragged away, the best thing EVER happened:
ME: It was nice to meet you!
JOSS: Thanks, you too. And I really like your outfit!
OMG! *dies*
MY INTERNAL MONOLOGUE FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT: Joss likes my outfit! Joss likes my outfit! Joss likes my outfit! Joss likes... etc.
We then got swept down another bit of red carpet (they're really obsessed with that, aren't they?) to the After-Party. The Universal Studios Theme Park had been shut down and tables of fancy food & drink set up. I got a margarita and a big plate of caprese salad, the latter of which I soon disposed of when I decided that I didn't want to be Girl With Large, Awkward Plate of Food for the rest of the night. Instead, I chose to be Ineptly Mingling Girl. Anne sweet-talked another bigwig and got us into the VIP room...which was almost instantly opened up to the rest of the partygoers. Oh well: for about five minutes, I was Very Important.
Very Important status apparently grants you a room that was clearly supposed to be evoking Inara's Buddhist-inspired training house decor, but instead evoked Nora's 11th grade Catholic school prom. There was a lot of faux-Asian furniture and big planets hanging from the ceiling. There was also the worst DJ ever. When we first came in, he was playing an absolutely horrific cover of "Let's Get It On." Seriously.
While Anne chatted up more executives, Nora and I oggled the celebrities. Adam Baldwin was very easy to keep an eye on as he was the tallest person in the room...possibly in the whole entire world. I literally backed into Neil Patrick Harris by the dessert buffet...and then three seconds later, did the same to Amy Acker (who looked great, BTW--she was wearing a really cute white blouse and jeans and just looked really pretty and natural. I was impressed). We spent several entertaining minutes watching Summer Glau futz with the chocolate fountain. And there's a sentence that exemplifies the evening: one in which I don't know which part to emphasize, SUMMER GLAU or CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN. It was a weird night.
Then I spotted newberlinwall across the room, and I dashed over to say hi...not realizing that the person she was in deep conversation with was David Krumholtz. Nora almost passed out at this point, as she is apparently Numb3rs Fan #1; I'm glad that my connections/clumsiness can be a help to someone who's mother has in the past gotten her introduced to Jake Gyllenhaal, Paul Bettany, and Peter Sarsgaard. While Nora gawked in David's general direction, newberlinwall introduced me to Seth Rogen. My immediate (and no doubt embarrassing...sorry, newberlinwall!) reaction was to say:
ME: You look JUST like my brother!
SETH: Then your brother's surely a handsome man!
I assured him that he was.
Then there was more mingling, more spotting of people vaguely familiar--Michael Hitchcock? Mark Sheppard?--and then we left...directly behind Amy Acker, who probably thought I was stalking her.
Of course not. As this post has shown, I'm much too cool for that.
After all, JOSS LIKED MY OUTFIT!