While scrolling through my pictures in search of the selfie picture for “Living in a selfie world…”, I came across the picture of the one time I met Sean Patrick Flanery.
While I am happy that I have that picture (even though I look horrible) and an autographed picture of Powder, my actions on that day still haunt me and, because I’m doing this writing thing now, I felt the need to share that apparently once a fangirl, always a fangirl.
Let me set the stage for you.
I took my son to Wizard World in Columbus that year, because frankly, he had gone through a pretty rough time with the emergence of his vocal tic and an eye tic, which ultimately led to a surprise diagnosis of Tourette Syndrome in the 8th grade. (No worries. I’m sure at some point that will be a topic of a blog post.) He had been able to reverse the vocal tic, which was a high-pitched, hard squeal. I heard about Wizard Con and seeing as he was a fledgling geek (He’s a full-on geek now, chasing the video game design and animation world) and I’m also a little on the geeky side, I thought it would be fun for both of us.
It also was a bonus when I saw Sean Patrick Flanery would be appearing, as I had been following his work for years. (Mostly in the 90s, before my kids took up the television with animated, singing characters. I kind of lost track of all things entertainment during that time period.) He was the reason I watched The Boondock Saints in the first place. One of my favorite movies.
I was pretty excited about getting to have an adult conversation with this actor, given I was a calm, collected, 30 something-year-old mother of two, who would be there with my son.
Yeah. That’s not quite how it went. AT ALL.
I remember walking through the line and I remember picking out the Powder picture. From that point on, I literally have no idea what I said. I do remember the look on his face and I swear I saw him give my son a “Sorry about this dude” look after I asked to have a picture taken with him and shoved my phone at my son and told him not to mess it up. (I have since figured out, I probably shouldn’t have asked for that picture, as they actually sell those, but it was a little blurry anyway, so…) I’m also pretty certain I had a vice-like grip on his side. (Sorry.)
He was, however, extremely gracious and kind, even if he thought I was a crazy person.
And I would like to say it stopped there.
No, it didn’t.
Because he was doing a panel discussion.
In full-on fangirl mode, I then proceeded to drag my son to it, where I sat in the front row and snapped hundreds of photos instead of listening to the panel discussion and then proceeded to get up at the mic and ask the question I had already asked him, just so I could speak to him again.
It was so bad.
So very bad.
So very, very, very bad.
So just take this little post as a PSA, if you have fangirl tendencies. They are probably always there, under the surface, waiting to take over your adult body and turn your sensibilities into a teenage girl. Prepare yourself. Prepare your family.
Because of this, I haven’t returned to such an event, even though I’ve been tempted, because it really was quite fun. And I wouldn’t mind a do-over in the future, now that I know to expect that reaction from myself.
We shall see.
Until then, I have my blurry photo, my autographed Powder picture and the memories of that time I acted like an idiot.