All right. This is going to sound utterly ridiculous but, sometimes, I get this funny, fizzy feeling in my tummy right before something amazing and/or exciting happens.
Just the other day, I was telling Bro Bro that something fizzy this way comes and, this afternoon, a perfectly lovely gentleman wandered into the store nearly giving me a coronary.
The only coherent sentence my mind could form was, "Holy $#!+, the Kingmaker just walked in. So, this is how it ends."
Now, I know this is Vancouver. Things get filmed here. It's no big deal.
But, when James Frain, a.k.a. Prosecutor Villefort, a.k.a. Thomas Cromwell, a.k.a. the Earl of freaking Warwick, is standing before you and you have a really crap poker face to begin with, the whole act-cool-as-a-cucumber thing goes straight out the window.
I think, perhaps, fangirling is only really acceptable in groups. Like at book signings. Or conventions. Or film festivals.
Next time, I guess I'm just going to have to stop, drop and roll.