We breathed the same air! He spoke to me! His jumper was so utterly Cambridge! He said (AND I QUOTE!)
"Lambchop Magoo... how fabulous!"
I fully intended to propose marriage, or at least civil union, or at least that I have his babies via artificial insemination. Unfortunately this little lamb was so starstruck upon meeting her hero, all she managed was some maniacal sycophantic laughter, and a quick plug for her cabaret number devoted to Fry himself.
After my turn was over, and I had to let the sizable queue of other Fry aficionados have their turn to worship, I hid behind a book display and gazed at him as if he were a zoo animal for quite some time. I'd still be there, frozen in ecstasy, if my colleague hadn't politely suggested that perhaps I had better move on or risk being thought strange.
It was magical.
1 comment:
Yea! I am so excited you got to finally meet him! XOXO Lori
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