Hey! They came! Yeah….I’m soooooo going to this. What? You don’t know what I’m talking about? Perhaps you should read this post so you know what I’m talking about. Go on…..read it. I’ll wait.
|Please. please….no need for applause
on my awesome photography skills
with my Kodak Playsport.
Did you read it? Are you six different colors of jealous right now? Just kidding. I shouldn’t rub in the fact that I am going to see one of my absolute favorite film makers show his new movie AND talk to the people that paid good money to do so. I shouldn’t. Because I need your help. No……I really need your help.
I have a problem. This problem has fucked me out of some awesome opportunities. The problem? I’m almost too ashamed to tell you. Will we still be friends if I do? Ok, ok…..I……get….ummmm….starstruck. It renders me speechless and often leaves me with wet pants. And not in that way.
I was two seats away from John Elway at a restaraunt once. It was days before he officially retired from the Bronco’s, a new DB hat was in my grubby little hands for my brother’s birthday. I walked towards his table in hopes of getting said hat autographed for my brother and I looked at him, he looked at me, and I fucking kept walking without saying a word.
And today, William Shatner is in the building. As much as I really want to go find him and negotiate some deals on my next vacation, I know I’d just pee my pants, so I’m not even going to bother.
Anyway…….here is where, hopefully, you all will be able to help me. After the film there will be a Q&A deal with Kevin.
What would you ask him????
This is an amazing opportunity and if, by some amazing chance, I was able to ask a question of this amazing fucker, I want it to be a good one. I want to rehearse it a thousand times in my mind so that I don’t end up asking him, in the throws of nervous twitterpation, where he gets his hair cut. Or if he likes cats. Or just end up stuttering out, “I-I-I- like your shirt.”
So, if you are a Kevin Smith fan, and there is something you would ask him, given the opportunity, what would it be?
I’ll be anxiously awaiting your comments on the matter. In the meantime, I’ll be digging out my old prom dresses to consider which one to wear to this event. Oh, it’s not like a Red Carpet movie premier with ass loads of celebrities and paparazzi? Shit.
Rafa – My Mustang fund is in tact. Thanks be to your sound advice not to pay the water bill next month. You are a wise one, my friend. A wise one, indeed.