So today is the big day. Huge Bald Guy With Biceps As Big As My Head called me last night to set everything up for the game tonight. I of course panicked and bumbled around, unable to form a coherent sentence. And then the panic set in.
So rather than think about that, I'll tell you about my celebrity sighting experience at Sundance this weekend. As I was riding the shuttle up to Main Street, who gets on and sits right next to me, but William H. Macy.
I won't even tell you that when I told Bone Senior this story, she said, "Who's William H. Macy?" This coming from the gal who introduced me to the wonderful world of Mystery Men in the first place.
I sat there, staring straight ahead but totally aware of his presence next to me. I would've sat there in silence if the shuttle hadn't broken down, and he made a joke about walking the rest of the way. I saw my opportunity and grabbed the bull by the horns.
Bone Junior: I hope you don't mind me saying this, because I really admire your scope of work, but I have to say, my favorite role of yours is The Shoveler.
WHM: Laughs. Believe it or not, I get that a lot, so thank you.
BJ: Really? Leans forward in excitement. Will you do the line? The line about how you shovel well?
WHM: Lucille, God gave me a gift. I shovel well. I shovel very well.
BJ: Claps hands and rejoices.
In all, my Sundance Film Fesitval experience was a fun one. I didn't see a lot of celebrities, but I met a lot of interesting people. And something about being around the people in Park City gave me the guts to ask out Huge Bald Guy With Biceps As Big As My Head. Maybe it was a contact high from all the artsy fartsy hippies I was around - whatever it was, I'm officially in panic mode.