What I'm Listening To: The sound of my heart going pitter-pat!*deep breath* I would now like to share with you one of the most electrifying moments in my life: The day I met ED WESTWICK. Prepare yourselves, people.
About three Saturdays ago, Anne called me. “Hey, let’s go to dinner and drinks tonight!” she suggested. After a bit of discussion, we decided to go to Café Hollander in Wauwatosa. This place is a beer snob’s idea of paradise – a beer selection that spans the globe and back again, along with the old faves like PBR and my true love, New Glarus Spotted Cow Ale. I don’t like beer that much, but I’ll drink it. Beer makes me kinda farty, but whatevs.
So we go to the restaurant around 6:30 PM, eat dinner (it was okay, nothing spectacular, but the deep-fried gouda was pretty tasty) and then Anne suggests having a drink at the bar. Let me tell you, I am so glad that I agreed.
So we’re sitting at the bar, finishing our drinks, and I put my beer down (yes, the Vodka Tonic Queen had a Spotted Cow) and turn my head. And this super hot guy is standing next to me. And he looks A LOT like Ed Westwick, aka Chuck Bass from the TV show Gossip Girl.
I’d like to stop right here and explain my Chuck-love a little bit. Now, as you all know, faithful readers, this blogger LOOOOVES ME SOME CHUCK!!!!!!! I mean, I have paused the television to take photos of Chuck on Gossip Girl. I have created an entire screen saver devoted to photos of Chuck in his various PR poses – Chuck at the beach, Chuck at a movie opening, Chuck just adjusting his collar. I cannot explain my true love of all that is Chuck. And yes, I am old enough to be his teenage mother – he’s 15 years younger than me. But who cares!!! It’s CHUCK. SEXY, DIRTY, FLIRTY, HEARTBREAKER, GROWLY-WHISPER, NAUGHTY-BOY CHUCK.
Okay, I’ll stop now. I’m just embarrassing myself, huh.
Anywhoo, I turn my head and kinda check out at this guy on my left. And it looks just like Ed Westwick. Seriously. And I’m like, there is no freakin’ way that CHUCK BASS is in Milwaukee. It must be someone else, some guy that just looks like him. So if you know me, I like to take random photos of attractive guys. I mean, I’m married, so it’s totally no pressure and nothing big for me to ask some hot boy if I can take his photo. And I am totally thinking that there is no way in god’s green earth that this is Ed Westwick. But then I heard the guy ask for the beers with a British accent. And then I’m done. It totally IS Ed Westwick!!!! OMG!!!!!!
So I turn to him and I say, “Hey can I take your picture?” And this is before it’s sunk in that it’s Ed Westwick. But then I get a full-on look at this guy as he turns to me. My heart starts pounding and I’m stuttering. It totally is Ed. O.M.G. I am standing next to my fantasy man.
And this guy who looks like Keanu Reaves' older brother comes up behind us, and is like “I’ll take your picture with Ed.” So I’m thinking this is probably the guy that holds Ed’s drugs, for pete’s sake. So I give him my camera and I’m telling him how to hold it so the battery door doesn’t fly open and ruin the BEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE, like it seems to do every time I’m angling for a good photo. Damn camera!!!! We’re both sitting there apologizing to Ed about asking for the photo, but he is super cool about it. He even puts his arms around us and TOUCHES US!!! What a sweetie!!
But the photo turns out okay, and Anne and I look adorable. Ed looks, well, like Ed. Super hot!!!! So I turn around after we take the photo and there’s Jessica Szohr, aka Vanessa on Gossip Girl. And she’s giving us the bitch look, probably because we blew her cover. Come ON!! Just because your show is watched by girls only slightly out of diapers and who haven't yet cracked a box of maxipads doesn’t mean ALL of us are babies. And one of the bar patrons asks us if Ed is someone famous, and Anne is super cool and just says that he’s an old friend. How awesome was that!!?!
We scurry out of the bar because I can't bother Ed with those incredibly inportant questions buzzing round my brain like "What's gonna happen this season?" and "Boxers or briefs?", even though I'd love to sit next to him as he read the menu out loud in his fabulous accent. Next we call our other friend Becca, who was supposed to join us for dinner and had to bail, and practically scream into the phone about our little adventure!! Of course she is disappointed, to say the least. What follows, including Anne and I happily squealing at the top of our lungs in the car and clutching each other, then driving home like maniacs so we can email Star magazine to see if we could get the photo published in the Readers section, etc etc. This all just compounded the adventure to the nth degree.
However, my FAVE part is my joy in posting our celebrity poses photo on Facebook, and having to add a link to Ed's entry on Wikipedia so all my geezer friends can understand the magnitude of my star encounter. Half of them still commented "who the heck is that guy, anyway?" Hey, if you don't know, that's fine with me -- less Ed lovers to fight off the next time we see him in Tosa.
Now if only Rob Pattinson would drop by Mad Planet for Anne's sake! :) Dare to dream!
