Have I mentioned that I am the most starstruck girl in the world?
Did I ever tell the story about making a fool out of myself because I was so aflutter from a local newscaster? No? Oh. That's a good one. Remind me of that story next time I have blogger's block.
I actually have had a terrible case of blogger's block lately. It's been cured, and my starstruckness (yes,that's a word) has been reignited because last night, I met this guy:
You recognize him, right? Matt? Writer of this blog? And this book? Of course you do. He's amazing. And not amazing in the way everyone overuses amazing. This guy actually amazes me. If you read his blog, you know why. If you don't, go ahead and start reading it. Just get your tissues ready first.
Let me back up. Yesterday, I was perusing tweetdeck and saw that he had tweeted about being in my city. Once my heart started beating again, I sent a text message to my friend Melissa, who stalks him too enjoys his blog as much as I do. I'm not sure exactly what the text said, but it was possibly in all caps and said a little something about him being in our!city! There may have been a few extra exclamation points. Allegedly.
She was immediately game for going. I had plans, and wavered on whether or not I could cancel them. I tweeted about wanting to go see him, and went into pure starstruck mode when ohmahgah-Matt-sent-me-a-tweet-back-encouraging-me-to-come. By a stroke of luck (holla!), the plans ended up cancelling themselves at the very last minute, and to make a long story short(er), I found myself flying down the highway on a 45 minute drive to see one of my favorite bloggers.
We tiptoed in, a few minutes after Matt started his reading. He was as likeable as he is on his blog... hilariously self-depricating at times, emotional and heartwrenching at others. There were a few children there (I don't know, don't ask), and he apologized every time he read a swear word.
There was a nice long q and a session, where he answered everyone's questions, and listened when people cried, telling him how he touched their lives. He was gracious and sweet and exactly what you'd expect from him. Oh. And he does read all of his blog comments. I asked.
I ended up buying his book and waiting in a long line to have him sign it.
thanks to my friend Elizabeth for this photo. I had to include it because it clearly shows my starstruckness,no?
And then.....
Wait for it....
He touched me.
And then I drove home and got lost in the worst part of my city and had to drive down dark alleys and I was crying because my GPS froze and my phone was about to die and my husband freaked out when I called him and he figured out where I was and I almost vomited on myself in my car because I was so scared that I was going to die.
But I met Matt. And got to hear him read his book. And he touched my shoulder. Totally worth the near-death experience.
