Some people get all hot and bothered about meeting celebrities. I probably would too if I knew who half of the current celebrities out there today were. I get all excited when I get to meet my own personal celebrities: politicians…and grammar icons. Oh yes. Who are we kidding, I just see them and I tweet and facebook the sighting quicker than a DC stoplight.
And tonight I got to do both. I’m in some kind of DC heaven. As we were on our way to a DC Borders we somehow were stuck in gridlock traffic. Imagine that. It was on Embassy Row or some other shi shi la la road, so I got to stare at lots of pretty buildings. There were lots of people out and about walking to dinner or to home or jogging. For some reason though this one man caught my eye, walking by himself, carrying a heavy brief case and looking kind of tired. Good thing Du was with me because I thought it was a tv news guy. I said, “I’ve seen that guy on tv before!” all jazzed that I was having a celebrity sighting. Du said, “yeah (as in duh), that’s Dick Gephardt.” Du’s cool because he can actually place the face with the name. Me? I just think they’ve all been on tv.
So I tweeted and fb-ed that I just saw Dick Gephardt. And I heard crickets chirping.
After dinner we got to Borders for my intentional personal celebrity sighting of the night. Grammar Girl!! She is the guru of grammar and uses social media, and interesting examples, to make it cool. I’m a closet grammar geek. I stay in the closet though because I don’t consider myself well-versed on the minutia of grammar. I am in no way prepared to correct other’s grammar when I myself cannot manage to use it properly. Me and commas (sic, haha) do not get along. I either overuse or underuse them and have been accused of both by professors. And I just started using semicolons, incorrectly most likely. The little grammar tidbits I get from Mignon help me feel like I’m actually getting a grip on the English language though.
I follow Grammar Girl. Almost in the truest sense of the word. I follow her on Twitter and Facebook. I listen to her podcast. Tonight she said to me, “you look familiar.” “Oh gawd!!!” I thought. Am I stalker? She has lots of fans and I somehow have stuck out in her mind…crap. “Uh, I follow you on Twitter,” I manage to get out. Only, I forgot that my Twitter picture is of the girls, not me. She must have seen that comment I left her on fb last night. Oh crap, I am a stalker! She was very nice though and spelled my name correctly when she signed my book. Maybe I’m not a stalker. Maybe I’m just a
I always seem to make a fool of myself though when I meet my own personal celebrities. After the fact. I get home, download the pictures, and shudder in sheer horror. Did I really look like that!? Tonight I remembered my propensity and warned Du, “please don’t let me look like I’m about to stab her with a knife.” He knew exactly what I was talking about. And he laughed. “No, really. I want a normal picture of me with a famous person.” When the time came to get my picture taken with GG I totally forgot to try to smile normally. But Du took a picture with two different phones. “I think, with two, maybe one of the pictures came out normal,” he said. It’s a good thing I love him. I think this time it actually worked out though.
This is me with Grammar Girl, Mignon Fogarty. She looks all nice and normal and I finally look somewhat normal.
But here’s what I mean about getting psychotic looking:
This is me with Joyce Rumsfeld. She looks all nice and normal. Me? It looks like I’m probably holding a knife behind my back and am maniacally laughing. To myself.
This is me with Sarah Palin. She looks all nice and normal. Me? It looks like I’m probably holding a knife behind my back and am maniacally laughing. To myself.
This is me with Mike Huckabee. He looks all nice and normal. Me? It looks like I’m probably holding a knife behind my back and am maniacally laughing. To myself.
It’s like I’m trying to see how many teeth I can show off at the same time. LOOK! I HAVE TEETH! ALL OF THEM!
There’s only one other personal celebrity picture in which I do not look like I’m a serial killer:
Uh. This is me. And that’s Sean Hannity. And I’m not even looking. That’s apparently a good thing.