Because I’ve become so lax about blog posting lately, I think I’m going to try NaBloPoMo, in which folks are challenged to blog at least once a day for a month. This used to be no problem for me, so let’s see if I can’t get back in the swing of things!
Life is good in Priscilla-land. There has been a blessedly low amount of overtime at work, and as I alluded to in a post a week or so ago, I’ve enjoyed a deluge of awesome celeb encounters and fun events with friends.
Last night, I added to the celeb list when I went to a special screening of My Name is Bruce, with Bruce Campbell in attendance! Kevin, Richard, Kevin’s friend (was it Bob? My memory fails me), and I sat in the front row for the Q&A, meaning that for most of the time, I was sitting about four or five feet away from him. Groovy!
This was the first time I’d seen him speak, and it was lots of fun. He delighted in mocking fans and their questions, playing the endearing jerk. The big moment of the evening came when one fan announced to his girlfriend, “With Bruce Campbell as my witness… Will you marry me?” Bruce goggled, then grabbed a guy dressed as Gallagher and blessed them with “four years of happy marriage,” with Gallagher waving his mallet in benediction. Mazel-tov!
All in all, I had a great time. But little did I know, the awesomeness did not end there! I shall details tonight’s hijinks in tomorrow’s post.