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Dec. 2nd, 2005 10:24 pmOkay, so, if ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rivier hadn't been there, I might have thought I was hallucinating, since I've had about 6 1/2 hours of sleep since aboout 7am Wednesday.
After a lovely dinner at the Elephant & Castle in Temple Bar--where, a) Riv quietly (really!) perved on the host-boy, and b) we each only had one wine-based drink each (again, really--'cause we were planning to go drink elsewhere), we wandered around looking for a bar that was neither too loud, filled with old dudes, nor possessing a funky smell.
We failed.
So we wandered back along the waterfront, contemplating heading back to our hotel(s) (right next to each other) for some drinking of bottled spirits and munching of the kind of Cadbury's snack what I can't get across the pond. And Riv says, "Oh look--it's a Forbidden Planet." And we're glancing over the stuff in the window, and I say, "Omg, check out the poster--Paul McGillion." Doing signings. In Dublin and Belfast.
*reads further* "Omg, that's so funny--the Dublin one was today. That's such a coincidence. Too bad it's over."
*looks again* "Omg, wait--it's still going on."
*mild spazzing*
After about five minutes of trying to figure out where the Crampton Quay store mentioned on the poster is (hunting on my map, asking what turned out to be an utterly clueless cabbie), we realize that this store is actually still open. (The windows were kind of covered.) Riv pokes her head in and asks the guy at the counter.
This is the Crampton Quay store.
(Okay, yes, in retrospect, we sound like dumbasses. But it's not like it said anywhere on the store or the poster, "Signing HERE.")
So then there ensued the two minutes with which anyone who's been with me upon meeting a celeb is painfully familiar--"You go." "No, YOU go." "YOU'RE the one who can see where she's going!" "I need a minute!" (I'm the total coward here, in case it's not obvious.)
So, Riv says to FP dude that we don't want to get anything signed, we just wanted to pop in and say hi, and the guy says just a minute, and he sends us to the other room where we--meet Paul McGillion. Like, standing-around-chatting-with-him, shaking-hands-and-getting-a-picture-taken-with-him meeting him. (Yes, Riv did most of the talking, but I did say stuff, really!)
Riv told Paul McGillion he had to watch out for where I out my hands when we put our arms around him for the picture. I still owe her for that.
Afterwards, we decided that was more than enough excitement for the evening, and taxied back to the hotel for winding-down drinks and R1 DVD-watching. *g*
Poke her for more details about the content of the conversation, including talking about the movie he's doing with DH. *passes the ball back and grabs the bottle of Bailey's*
rivier hadn't been there, I might have thought I was hallucinating, since I've had about 6 1/2 hours of sleep since aboout 7am Wednesday.After a lovely dinner at the Elephant & Castle in Temple Bar--where, a) Riv quietly (really!) perved on the host-boy, and b) we each only had one wine-based drink each (again, really--'cause we were planning to go drink elsewhere), we wandered around looking for a bar that was neither too loud, filled with old dudes, nor possessing a funky smell.
We failed.
So we wandered back along the waterfront, contemplating heading back to our hotel(s) (right next to each other) for some drinking of bottled spirits and munching of the kind of Cadbury's snack what I can't get across the pond. And Riv says, "Oh look--it's a Forbidden Planet." And we're glancing over the stuff in the window, and I say, "Omg, check out the poster--Paul McGillion." Doing signings. In Dublin and Belfast.
*reads further* "Omg, that's so funny--the Dublin one was today. That's such a coincidence. Too bad it's over."
*looks again* "Omg, wait--it's still going on."
*mild spazzing*
After about five minutes of trying to figure out where the Crampton Quay store mentioned on the poster is (hunting on my map, asking what turned out to be an utterly clueless cabbie), we realize that this store is actually still open. (The windows were kind of covered.) Riv pokes her head in and asks the guy at the counter.
This is the Crampton Quay store.
(Okay, yes, in retrospect, we sound like dumbasses. But it's not like it said anywhere on the store or the poster, "Signing HERE.")
So then there ensued the two minutes with which anyone who's been with me upon meeting a celeb is painfully familiar--"You go." "No, YOU go." "YOU'RE the one who can see where she's going!" "I need a minute!" (I'm the total coward here, in case it's not obvious.)
So, Riv says to FP dude that we don't want to get anything signed, we just wanted to pop in and say hi, and the guy says just a minute, and he sends us to the other room where we--meet Paul McGillion. Like, standing-around-chatting-with-him, shaking-hands-and-getting-a-picture-taken-with-him meeting him. (Yes, Riv did most of the talking, but I did say stuff, really!)
Riv told Paul McGillion he had to watch out for where I out my hands when we put our arms around him for the picture. I still owe her for that.
Afterwards, we decided that was more than enough excitement for the evening, and taxied back to the hotel for winding-down drinks and R1 DVD-watching. *g*
Poke her for more details about the content of the conversation, including talking about the movie he's doing with DH. *passes the ball back and grabs the bottle of Bailey's*
