Some of you may remember the time I ran into a drunk Hugh Grant at a fancy hotel in Miami, or the time I shared an itsy-bitsy table at a Starbucks with Alex Rodriguez. If you know me in person you've doubtless heard my "I spent New Year's Eve with Madonna (at a private party- not at a concert thankyouverymuch)" story. You may have heard that one more than once, but seriously, wouldn't you talk about that all the time too?
I used to run into famous people everywhere - Shakira at a hole-in-the-wall salon (we both got $15 haircuts), Richard Hatch and Pierce Brosnan (both at airports - guess who I was more excited to see. Go on, guess!), Harrison Ford outside a dark South Beach alley (it was a great relief to learn that the footsteps echoing behind me belonged to Indiana Jones and not a homicidal killer. In all seriousness, PHEW!) Sadly, my sightings after moving here can be counted on one hand: Jack Welch. Ok, fine - they (it!) can be counted on one finger. Whatever.
So you will forgive my excitement at learning that I will be meeting Donovan Patton next week. Yes, I'm excited that I will be meeting someone who is, for all practical purposes, a cartoon character.
I'm obviously doing this for my kids because I'm a good mother. Right! Of COURSE it's out of pure unadulterated curiosity - will he act like the adult toddler we see on TV? Or will he be bitter and washed out, not unlike a mall Santa?
The world needs to know.
(Who wants to bet that Sebastian won't have a clue as to who this guy is? Better put Blue's Clues on heavy rotation.)