Omigod! It's Sean! It's Sean!! It's SEAN!!!!
POSTED BY: Tzegha
UPDATED: Wednesday, October 27, 2004 04:15
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Not sure where this topic goes, x-posting it from the OB thread http://forums.prospero.com/n/mb/message.asp?webtag=foxfirefly&msg=1916
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So, me and Po1s just went to see Living till the End at the Hampton International Film Festival, Sean Maher's indy movie. Excellent movie. Hi-sterical, moving, painful, with a couple of killer blows at the end, awesome. And of course, Sean was excellent in it, as should be expected. And so was Jaime, very fine actress.
Not as fine as . . .
anyhoo, we got to East Hampton VERY early and wandered up and down every street with pretty twinkly lights and expensive shops, found a park where I realized that adults should only use the flat swings, not the rubber flexible ones, since they squish the azz. Ouch.
Done with wandering, an hour to go, we sat on a bench right outside the theatre. And then I thought I saw someone. I smacked Po1s' hand and silently motioned as I sqeaked out almost inaudibly "Sean?". Was it him? We didn't know. He was already down the block and across the street, leaving us to wonder, and me to realize that although my t-shirt says "I am *not* a fangirl", this is most certainly not true. My heart had most unquestionable skipped a beat. But that might have been the chai latte...
So we pondered, and questioned, and I stared incessantly down the dark and twinkly street, waiting for a certain someone to walk back this way, as surely he must for his movie, if it was in fact *him*.
Then came our turn to stand outside in the cold and wait to be ushered in, with much more staring and distraction. Second guessing myself that maybe he'd come round the other way. And getting grumpy that my nose was getting red with the cold, but the gods (and staff) took pity and let us wait inside.
No Sean. Wah.
So first off we went to the bathroom, sure that as we did so, Sean would come and we had just missed him. But at least we would miss him together.
But what an excellent opportunity! Now inside the warmth of the theatre, I took off my vest and sweater to reveal my newly crafted t-shirt, just in case he showed up. I got four or five very snooty snickering looks. But why deny the fact that I am at a film festival at all? I'm here to see a movie because of an actor I like. Nyah :P
So we wait, and wait. I see the director, Amanda, I'm sure it's her, not sure why. Maybe there was a pic of her at the movies website.
And then, holy of all holy's, is that-- could it be-- maybe no-- Omigod--
"Sean?"
Damn, he's so cute with that befuddled look on his face 'should I know you?'. Hopefully Po1s' recollection is clearer than mine. I think I introduced myself by name and us as Firefly fans, and Po1s might have introduced herself. I sure as hell didn't (get back b!tch, he's mine!!). He was wicked pleased to hear that we were fans of Firefly and then I was being handed a fabric marker and I asked him if he could give me an autograph. Unfortunately (*snaps fingers in regret very unconvincingly*) I had nothing to sign but my "not a fangirl" t-shirt (which screams the title of this thread on the back). So I tugged on the sleeve and suggested that, but he manuevered around to the back (and laughed when he saw what was written there) and asked how to spell my name (I think Cyby had a moment like this where it was Nathan or Adam waiting for her to say her name. This was me, expecting him to remember my name as he got ready to sign my t-shirt. Po1s had to prompt me :P)
So he begins signing, and signing, and he's writing the Declaration of Independence, and I realize that he's getting rather low on my back, he's at my waist, he's actually almost on his knees behind me, and he's tugging on my shirt to make it straighten out so that he can pretty much sign my backside.
It was wonderful.
He thought I was getting ticklish what with all the wrigglings of fabric marker and steadying fingers at my waist.
I was just having an Herbal Essence moment.
There was an 'O' face.
*blisses out*
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Oh, yeah. And then he signs Po1s Blue Sun t-shirt but th
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That's really neat there! :D I mean who wouldn't love an opportunity to hang out with Sean?
Also celebrity encounters are pretty cool, at least for me, because they teach me that celebrities are really just ordinary humans like the rest of us. That feeling is what attracted me to Firefly in the first place. Or maybe that was just Joss' filming techniques... O_o
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OhmygodthatissoawesomeIamsojealous
*gasp*
*gasp*
Thanks for the shiny report!
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*sounds of muffled sobbing*
*sniff* I'm okay, really. *sniff*
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ah shit, now it's too late, but I never asked if you could have made it to the one going on in a half hour . . .
here's me hoping that you are waiting in a line as I type this getting ready to go into the theatre . . .
Who else was going? Anybody?
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I'm curious as to why you left for the theater without your chloroform?
Mal-licious
Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell
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*Gasp !* Soooo jealous, that's amazing !!! HooOoray for you !!! :) :) :)
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River: Is it time to go to sleep again?
Simon: No, mei-mei, it's time to wake up.
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Great report! So, what did he write on the backs of your two T-shirts anyway?
Jayne, your mouth is talkin. Might want to look into that.
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Oh, jealous, jealous, jealous, more jealous, wait..., nope, still jealous!
But very happy for you and thank you so much for that excellent, excellent report. It felt like I was right there with you! 
Well, I can wish, can't I? 
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