“Screw it, we’re doing this.”

The fact that we both subscribe to this philosophy has always been one of the best parts of our friendship.  In other words, when faced with a potential celebrity encounter, if one of us starts to chicken out, the other is always there to say, “Nope, this is happening.”  Some may call this behavior enabling.  We call it making sure our lives are as awesome as possible.  Allow us to reflect on how this mantra has worked for us.


Earlier this year I went to a screening of Friends With Kids with Sage and our friend Samantha.  This wasn’t any ordinary screening, mind you.  This was a screening that had a Q&A with the Sexy Elf King himself, Adam Scott (who happens to be in Sage’s Top 5).  First of all, if you haven’t seen Friends With Kids, bump it to the top of your Netflix queue IMMEDIATELY.  It’s fantastic, and Adam is perfect in it.  We got seats at the front of the theatre so we could have the best possible view of Adam and his epic hair.  And believe me…the hair is more epic in person.

No zoom on this. We were that close.

After the Q&A was over and Adam proved to be as witty and charming and life ruining as we expected him to be, we thought that was it.  The actors never stick around after these things, right?  So we make the post-movie ladies room stop, and as we are heading out, we see a crowd.  And there is Adam, posing for pictures.  The crowd is huge, and we figure that there is no way that he will stay and take pictures with EVERYONE.  “Let’s just stay for a bit and gaze upon him, ” Sage said.  “That will be enough.”  So we did.  We stood on the outskirts of the crowd and gazed upon the man who brings Ben Wyatt, Human Disaster to life.  And the crowd got smaller and smaller, and Adam showed no signs of leaving.  Finally I looked at Sage and Sam and said “That’s it.  We’re meeting him.  This is happening.”  And so I grabbed them both and dragged them over to where the remaining crowd was gathered.

Why I never go anywhere without my camera.

5 minutes later that picture happened.  I made a crack about Nielsen ratings (as it was Thursday night and we had missed an episode of Parks and Rec to be there) and he laughed.  We had a moment.  He was kind and gracious and thanked us for seeing the movie.  The three of us kept our cool to his face, which really is the key to meeting celebrities.  Don’t scream and cry and flail all over them.  There is a time and a place for that.  And that time and place is far far away from them.  To our credit, we waited until we were outside the theatre before we all started squealing with delight.


To cap off our Friendaversary/Ultimate Whovian weekend, Kim and I went to see the brilliant James Corden in One Man, Two Guvnors on Broadway. Because I’m a fancy “Young Patron” of The Actor’s Fund, we paid a paltry $40 each for 8th row center seats. You wanna know just how good these seats were? John “Have Mercy” Stamos was sitting across the aisle from us. Eating Twizzlers and laughing at weird parts.

Tweeting this prompted a reply from our friend @notajenny of, “DO HUDDLED MASSES OF CELEBRITY MISTAKE YOU TWO FOR THE STATUE OF LIBERTY?!”


One Man is a classic Commedia dell’arte story set in 1960s Brighton with Corden as “the fool” character. We laugh-cried most of our makeup off. James won a Tony for the role, beating out the likes of the Seymour-Hoff. Bad ass. British TV fans know him as the co-creator, head writer and star of Gavin and Stacey, among other things; and Whovians cherish him as the Doctor’s occasional roommate and father of Stormageddon, Dark Lord of all, Craig Owens.

It’s always been you, Craig.

Plans all day were to stagedoor like the 13-year-old One Direction fans we are. We beat it from our seats right after curtain call, hitting the barrier before anyone else. Cameras at the ready, occasionally glancing around for Uncle Jesse, we waited.

James came out looking completely exhausted. Productions donate a full, extra performance to The Actor’s Fund, meaning they pull a 9-show week instead of 8. And James WORKS in this show. Like HARD. We started to lose our nerve.

“He looks tired.” “Yeah. I guess I don’t want to bother him.”

We actually started to walk away.

Then he took a picture with someone. And signed a Playbill. And another one. And I poked Kim in the back, pushed her forward, and said, “Fuck it, we’re doing this.”

He was lovely, of course. There was a barrier on his left, so Kim stood next to him and I went to stand next to her. But our beloved Craig Owens wouldn’t have that. “No, no, you come over here.” He scootched us all over and pulled me onto his left side. We said “thank you” and “you were brilliant” and ran off into Times Square to celebrate the fact that, yet again, we rescued each other from chickening out.

“No, no…you come over here.” (swoon)