Oh, lord, kids, my madness simply cannot be stopped.

So, as I mentioned, there was no NYC premiere of Public Enemies and I was quite sad about that. But then I found out that he was gonna be on Letterman tonight, so I was like "OH, HALE YEAH" and decided to make the 90-mile trip from Philly to New York because I love him and I am not so good with "no" and it's been a frickin' year and a half and I'm sure he misses me. I found out about this a week ago, though, so unfortunately for me, this means I had enough time to unconsciously create an elaborate fantasy of how the day would turn out; it went from 'maybe I'll see him' to a detailed scene of us cozily closeted in a midtown coffee shop, chuckling over our favorite books and sharing my iPod headphones to listen to the Vanishing Point soundtrack (which I have recently procured and which is excellent). But, you know.

So anyway, I went up there and got to the city around 10:30, and went straight to Letterman's studio on 53rd, and went inside to find out where the Crazy Stalker Door was. But there was a line of about 20 people already there, and I was stunned to find out they were doing a ticket lottery. I checked the website last week, and it seemed to say that one had to try for tickets way ahead of time and it might be for any day they chose and you had to answer a Late Show trivia question and all this, so I figured I'd just stand outside. But I tried for a ticket anyway (and offered to bribe the guy), and they said they'd call me before 1:00 if I'd won one, so I skulked around the city for an hour and a half clutching my phone and staring at it, and by 12:40 I was just depressed and decided to go back to the studio so I could get in the on-call line if necessary. But then I saw a barrier with a handful of people milling around across from the back stage door, so I was like "O SHIT" and went to stand over there. And they did not call me, and I was sad, but it turned out to be a good thing.

And so I waited. I ended up making friends with the people on either side of me (Laura, a middle-aged Springsteen fan from midtown and Kelsey, a musical theatre student) and we chatted and swore to take pictures of one another with him if possible, and lamented the fact that the other guest of the night was Megan Fox. (I literally howled "NOOOO! I DON'T WANT HER NEAR HIM!" when I read the news on the CBS website yesterday. BLECH.) And eventually Megan turned up, around 3:00-something, and came trotting right over to where I was, actually, and I snubbed her hardcore. Not gonna lie. I didn't even reach out for an autograph or say anything to her because I really do not like her and her blasphemous tattoo, but the 'professional' autograph-seeker douchebags behind me were like "MEGAN!!! MEGANNNNNN" and were practically smashing me in the head to get her to sign their shit (like, one dude had index cards) and I was like "PSSHH, WHATEVER, MOVE ON." But I did take one pic.



Hmmph. But then she went over to the paparazzi and they FREAKED OUT and were yelling at her and she was posing all dramatically and I was rolling my eyes, and I'm quite sure I'll be in the background of some US Weekly photo making an epic bitchface. But anyway.

The place REALLY filled up, and I was very surprised because I really don't know how that many people found out he was on--it's not exactly common knowledge, like a movie premiere. I knew because I make it my business to know, but all of those losers can't be ONTD addicts. I confess myself disappointed [/ralphdemort] because I was hoping to really get to talk to him, which would require fewer people being present, but then again, I can't really blame them. He finally came around 4:15 and everyone SHRIEKED like the undead and I started shaking, and he waved at us and gestured "I'll come back" because they are very punctual, apparently, and I finally ran off to pee (and Laura held my spot) and I came back and he came back out around 5:30 and there was more shrieking, and I threatened to nunchuck the guys behind me if they interfered with my moment.





Of course, he signed for eeeeeveryone because he is lovely and nice, and once he got towards me I saw that everyone was touching him; one old lady patted his cheek, which would have freaked me out, but he just took it because he's lovely that way. And I had a bevy of things I was planning to say, like that I read Public Enemies (which I had for him to sign; he smiled when he saw it in my hand) as well as The Rum Diary and Shantaram and saw Manhattan Melodrama, or I thought maybe he'd notice my necklace (which is a miniature version of the rose window at Notre Dame in Paris) and we'd talk about France, or I'd say I came from Philly because I loved him so, or I'd ask about the kids because he loves talking about them, or I'd mention I was the chick with the rose back in '07, or I'd just blurt out "I have just met you and I love you!" because I know he's seen every kids' movie because of the little ones...but it was pandemonium and there wasn't time, so I just touched his arm lightly (the right one, on the "Jack" tattoo) and said "I love you so much, really I do!" and he smiled at me again and said "thank you, that's sweet" or something akin to that (which is what Angie said to David, endearingly enough). I tried to shake his hand, but he was too far away and didn't hear me and is a rightie anyway, so he was busy signing. STILL...!







And he signed for simply everyone (and seemed to get upset when people got hurt or shoved or something several yards down from me; I couldn't see what was happening) and waved to us as he got in his car, and I blew him a kiss as he drove off and it was lovely, lovely, lovely. The alarming thing is that I wasn't even that nervous, not like last time--I've gotten so insane that I actually think we're pals and don't feel that nervous around him because, like, we ~get~ each other. It's more disturbing than me shaking and crying, because it's just a bit more delusional. And I'm not bummed that we didn't get to have a real conversation because this isn't remotely my last attempt; it's just the second of...many. ♥♥♥♥

I have much to say about all the insane news going on in the world, both celebrity and otherwise, but I am so overwhelmed ATM (and in desperate need of a shower; standing in 80-degree weather for five-ish hours makes one sweaty) that I will have to do so in another post tomorrow or so. Man, I can't WAIT to brag at work. P.S., watch the show at 11:35!

ETA: AHHH, JESUS CHRIST, I was just on Letterman!!! They did a quick shot of Megan signing autographs and I was on the left of the screen, trying to take a picture. And making a bitchface. EPIC!