So the other day, a girl who follows my blog (who also lives in Los Angeles) really wanted to meet me for lunch. Because she likes me so much, she wanted to give me an autographed poster and CD since she works for a music company. About 10 minutes before we were supposed to meet at a restaurant, she texted me and said two of her co-workers were jealous that she was getting to meet me and asked if they could come along. (huh? Jealous she's going to meet me?) Anyway, I agreed. Nothing like added pressure to be as cool and witty in person as they think I am in my blog. We had a great time at lunch and agreed to meet again sometime. As we walked back to our cars, we stopped first at hers, so she could give me the poster and CD. Except in her generosity, she gave me a couple of extra signed posters and CDs for a couple of my friends who are also fans of the band.
Anyway, I was parked about 5 cars over from them. We hugged and I said goodbye to her and her friends and then started walking to my car.
You know those cement stoppers at the end of parking spaces? I affectionately refer to them as agents of death.
The row we were parked in had angled parking spaces. The row on the other side had spaces angled the opposite direction. So those angled cement stoppers made up a herringbone pattern between the two rows. (do you like where this is going?)
So while my biggest fan and her fan co-workers were getting in their car, I started walking to my car. My arms were full of posters and CDs and for some
stupid unknown reason, I decided to walk in the small space where the herringbone pattern of cement stoppers were.
And I tripped. But you know how you start to trip, so you stick you other leg out to steady yourself? Yeah, I did that. But instead of steading myself, my other leg also tripped on a
bleepity bleep cement stopper. So I didn't just fall. I built up momentum and then I fell. CDs and posters and my purse went flying. I was just a few cars away from my "fans". I'm not 100% sure they saw it happen, but I think there's a good chance they did. I mean, one minute I'm walking to my car, and the next minute I disappear from view.
So I picked up my
dignity posters, CDs and purse and walked directly to my car without looking back.
In just seconds I managed to loose ALL my cool points.
That's what you call REAL talent.