I just recently had the glorious opportunity to watch three movies in a row. By myself. Well not completely by myself, there were a lot of other people around me but none of them cared about what I was or wasn’t doing. Except the guy behind me who actually asked me not to recline my seat… who does that?
So three movies. One of the three, We Bought a Zoo. It’s cute. Real cute. I’ve never thought Matt Damon was delicious but he’s good in movies and this was no exception. Throughout the movie there is a theme surrounding 20 seconds of insane courage and that great things come of it. Examples were shown throughout the movie. I was inspired.
Moving along to a recent concert I attended. My one true love Dave Matthews Band is back for a summer tour. I missed them. Really. Summer just isn’t the same without a show or four of Dave. I couldn’t even tell you who the opening act was, we arrived in time for me to get in the beer line and Babe to get to our seats.
Once I joined him he told me this, Nick Lachey is here.
Um, huh?Wha?Where?Why?Are you sure it’s him?Where?Did you touch him?How does he look?
Babe points him out, clearly visible from our seats. Nick is there. Drew is there. A very pregnant Vanessa is there. And they are all jamming. Nodding their heads, fist-pumping. It was a very USWeekly-celebrities-are-just-like-us-esqe moment. Babe couldn’t help himself from watching him either.
You see where this is going, right?
At some point (and a few more trips to the beer stand later) I decide in my head that I’m going to get my picture with him. Why the hell not? Lots of other people are stopping him, chatting him up, and taking pictures. Why can’t I? Oh yeah, because I think that’s completely dumb. What am I going to do with the picture besides tweet it and torture my friend Sarah about it? Then for whatever reason I can here Matt Damon telling me that it only takes 20 damn seconds. I should have told him to shut up — but we don’t say shut up in my house.
Babe refuses to participate. “Luckily” our super-friend was with us and he was all I’ll go with you and take your picture.
Quick, go, don’t think just do it I think to myself. Giggling the whole way.
I’m standing. Right. Behind. Him.
tap tap tap on his shoulder
I turn to super-friend he shrugs and he takes my picture anyway.
I giggled all the way back to our seat, unable to believe I just did that. Seriously? And that was how it actually played out? And I tapped his shoulder? Wha?? Those are some serious ignore-crazy-woman-at-concert skills! And there wasn’t even a real song on! Gah! The nerve! I’m sure he thinks the same about me!
I still completely back the 20 seconds of courage thing by the way.