the heather and jon coffee shop get together that probably took a couple years off my life due to nervousness alone
even though it was worth it just to bask in the dooceness.
so i saw them, but just to get this out of the way: i didn't meet them because last week when i said i felt like i was going to throw up if i was in the same room with dooce? that feeling only got worse the closer i got--and i mean that in terms of city blocks, not in terms of feet or inches once i was in the coffee shop, though that was pretty bad too. so there was a line to get coffee, and there was a line to meet heather and jon (and george! george was there! george looked at me!). i stood in the heather and jon line for a bit before realizing that i didn't have my camera, anything to write on, and i was still on the verge of throwing up. despite amy's very practical take.your.camera. advice, i forgot. i always forget.
upon realizing just how unprepared i was to have a conversation with anyone about anything, i switched to the coffee ordering line instead. i figured, at the very least, it would buy me some time during which i could stand two feet away from heather and act like i wasn't staring (i wasn't, not then) and maybe she would look at me, which obviously would be the next best thing to actually talking to her. though really, i'm not sure my stomach could have handled that. as it was i was scoping out exits in case i needed to make a run for it.
i did get to sit and watch heather and jon talk to people while my drink was being made. the two things i noticed about them were 1. they're really attractive and 2. they're super nice. they were having seriously long and involved conversations with people about i don't know what, when most people in their situation would not have been that personable. also, heather's southern accent isn't nearly as bad as she claims it is. and she was wearing really cool shoes. did i mention the prettiness? i hung out long enough to be blinded by it and to get my drink, and then i quit staring and left.
so, to you people who are disappointed that i didn't get any pictures: me, too! and that i didn't talk to either of them: i know! but i'm happy i saw them. that was good enough.
so i saw them, but just to get this out of the way: i didn't meet them because last week when i said i felt like i was going to throw up if i was in the same room with dooce? that feeling only got worse the closer i got--and i mean that in terms of city blocks, not in terms of feet or inches once i was in the coffee shop, though that was pretty bad too. so there was a line to get coffee, and there was a line to meet heather and jon (and george! george was there! george looked at me!). i stood in the heather and jon line for a bit before realizing that i didn't have my camera, anything to write on, and i was still on the verge of throwing up. despite amy's very practical take.your.camera. advice, i forgot. i always forget.
upon realizing just how unprepared i was to have a conversation with anyone about anything, i switched to the coffee ordering line instead. i figured, at the very least, it would buy me some time during which i could stand two feet away from heather and act like i wasn't staring (i wasn't, not then) and maybe she would look at me, which obviously would be the next best thing to actually talking to her. though really, i'm not sure my stomach could have handled that. as it was i was scoping out exits in case i needed to make a run for it.
i did get to sit and watch heather and jon talk to people while my drink was being made. the two things i noticed about them were 1. they're really attractive and 2. they're super nice. they were having seriously long and involved conversations with people about i don't know what, when most people in their situation would not have been that personable. also, heather's southern accent isn't nearly as bad as she claims it is. and she was wearing really cool shoes. did i mention the prettiness? i hung out long enough to be blinded by it and to get my drink, and then i quit staring and left.
so, to you people who are disappointed that i didn't get any pictures: me, too! and that i didn't talk to either of them: i know! but i'm happy i saw them. that was good enough.
posted by sarah at 10:42 AM
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Awww. I understand, but at least you got to see them! If I had spoken to them, I'd probably over analyzing the conversation, the body language, etc for weeks after.
Hi, Sarah - it is your former coworker Sandy here. Who were these people and why did they make you so nervous? Are they royalty?
hey sandy!
they're not royalty--not in the traditional sense, anyway. :)
but heather is my all-time official favorite blogger: www.dooce.com
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