Two posts in one day!

[unicornempire]

Look at me go, cookin' with gas! No idea what that means because really I'd rather be cooking on one of those fancy electric induction cooktops but WHATEVER, look at this thing I made. It's stupid and silly;

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[badapplebettie]

A group of folks waited outside the stage door of the National after the final performance of Frankenstein. There were quite a few people waiting. We could see Benedict up on a balcony that runs the length of the theater having a beer with some other cast members, but we weren't sure he was going to actually come down to the stage door. But after about an hour, he did. The group I was with (there were six of us) was off to the side near the stage door and and I offered him the gift bag I had with my socks and some other presents that my friend and I had brought for him, including this cool Mary Shelley/Frankenstein shirt from ThinkGeek. I told him, "We come from America bearing gifts," because I'm a goober. He asked if I would hang on to them while he signed autographs and of course I said yes. Shortly thereafter he was completely mobbed and my friends and I just stood there and watched. It was actually kind of disturbing and we didn't want any part of it. I had heard that he asks for names when he gives autographs because he doesn't want the experience to be totally impersonal, but he wasn't doing that, and it was obvious that he was tired and was just being courteous (which I think is really lovely; I mean, he's under no obligation to come out at all). Every time he moved, this knot of people followed him. It was like watching someone doling out bread to geese. Very surreal.

Anyway, eventually, he declined to sign anymore autographs and came back to us. We had already decided as a group that, after watching him get mobbed, if he didn't come back to us to get his gifts, that was just fine and we weren't going to press the issue. So I was very pleased and relieved when he did stop on his way back to the stage door. I handed him the bag and told him there were hand knit socks in it, to which he responded with a surprised, "Socks?!" and gave me a smile (*thunk*) and immediately went to look in the bag. Or so I am told. I was still processing the smile and his incredibly blue eyes. My friend randomerican had put a recipe in the bag for a mulled wine drink that's supposed to cure anything (he had been having troubles with his voice giving out) and she told him about that and then our friend chiiyo, who had come all the way from Singapore(!), gave him her gifts. He was very gracious and appreciative and did sign one last autograph for another of our friends and then, finally, headed back into the theater. We all applauded him and he gave a sort of self-deprecating bow with an arm flourish and that was that.

Amusingly, the moment was captured by someone completely unknown to me. They were filming someone they knew (I assume anyway) getting an autograph from Benedict, but they left the camera running long enough to capture me handing him his bag. Sadly, you can't see his reaction since his back is to the camera.

So that's my story of getting to meet Benedict, who, I can report, is ridiculously good looking in person, has a very sweet smile, and really does have just about the bluest eyes ever.

[incandescent]

O_O THAT STORY IS AWESOME. So epic. He sounds wonderful, and so sweet, and it's so nice to hear about you guy being such wonderful fans and not rabid at all. XD I had a similar experience when I met Alan Rickman accidentally. It was traumatic in the best way, and I just hope that I didn't come off as rabid or anything like that. *winces* Meeting celebrities is hard! Very emotional. XD

I hope you do find out about Gatiss and the socks. (That should be a Sherlock ep!) You derserve it for being so wonderful. XDDD