I was totally freaked out yesterday. A couple weeks ago I decided to go to the Ken-Mar Rescue Wine and Cheese fundraiser in which Yvonne Strahovski of "Chuck" was a special guest. Really, I had no intentions of going to this. Celebrities kind of freak me out in general. Which is weird because of the nature of my job I end up crossing paths with famous people from time to time. Even crazier is the few people I've met ended up being very nice and down to earth.
Downside number 2 was I had a bad experience with an online TV fandom in the past and I really don't want to relive that. But thanks to Twitter, I interact with a lot of "Chuck" fans now. So far, they have been great. In fact it's gotten to the point where I kind of love "Chuck" fans. I think I've managed to spot the creepy assholes in the fandom to keep my distance. But, the women who watch the show (the few of us who do), well half of you are Filipino (what's up with that?) but all of you are kind of awesome.
My plan had been to keep my distance from anything fandom oriented as much as possible. So going to things like this fundraiser are usually on my 'no' list. But things in life change, especially for me this year. One of those changes is I need to get out more to mingle and network with people. Around the time I was coming to that realization I kind of got the message I should attend this event. Plunge. (To be honest, the final straw was there was going to be a live rock band there. Seriously lol)
"Chuck" is pretty much a cult show and Yvonne is far from a household name, but seeing as I have a mad girlcrush on her I knew this wasn't going to be easy. I figured, ok, I'll go, meet with other fans, drinks some wine, eat some cheese, watch the band, and then find a corner to kind of hide in and watch everything else. Of course, when you're hanging with fans (now friends) they encourage you to do other stuff. Like take a picture with your mad girlcrush.
I had repeatedly declined. But it gets to the point where you're asked so much you start to look like a dick for saying no. So I caved. What the hell. I got in line with the others. Plunge, again.
If you think this will be one of those stories where it turns out Yvonne was very nice, and I was overreacting and it really wasn't so bad after all, you're wrong. Yvonne was very nice. I went up and said Hi, nice to meet you. Shook hands. Had a few photos snapped. Bye and thank you. Shook hands and got the hell out of there. I think I looked up at her once (you have to look up, she's frickin' tall) and because there were bright lights shining on us it totally reminded me of this scene from the pilot episode of "Chuck"
That really didn't help my nerves. But once it was done, it was done. And I wouldn't look like a dick in front of the very nice, fun people I got to hang out with for the afternoon. However, then we got the idea to take a group photo with Yvonne. The Sarah Walker fangirls with, well, Sarah Walker. I would have preferred that in the first place, so it seemed like a cool idea. Although looking at those photos later, particularly the Charlie's Angels poses ... yeah, what the hell were we thinking?!?!? rotfl!
Eh, it was mindless. It was for a good cause. And everyone was really cool. Why be a dick about it?
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