"So a Celebrity Walks into a Bar...."
The day started like every other day this week.
The TwiMafia dragged their asses out of bed, jumped on Twitter and checked in with our "sources"!
The Mission is coming down to the wire.
Today has to be the day... it just has to be!
Why today you ask?
Because we've worked so hard.
Because we have put in the time, sweat and tears.
Because we stayed up for 28 hours for a chance to see him and got denied.
Because 5 of us sat in a Kia freakin' Rondo for days, just to watch him drive right by without a single wave.
(Side note... Dear Enterprise Rental Car, THIS IS NOT A SMALL SUV, asshole! Love, Me!)
Sorry, where were we.... oh yeah.....
Because all of our hard stalking work has got to pay off...
And most improtant....because we're all going home tomorrow dammit!
Today would also the day that the most Robsessed of the TwiMafia was revealed.
~We had to make a choice~
Souvenier shopping for our friends and family or go set stalk for the last day if WFE filming in Piru.
Two of went to set....
And three went shopping and Hollywood sight seeing!
The Inception premier was being set up for later this evening.
I could def handle seeing sexy Leo on the black carpet this evening!
Wait... nevermind! Sorry Leo, but we're going to see Sam Bradley tonight!
But until then, while some of us were being tourists, looking at Ogres
Two of us were in search of what I am truly beginning to believe to be a mythical creature ...
a Yeti...so to speak!
People claim to have seen him. They have pictures of him. He's been spotted all over town but I have yet to lay my own eyes on him. He is elusive and continues to be just outside of my reach!
Maybe he is like bigfoot... or loch ness... a myth... a legend.
And what better way to find out...
Back to the dirt and artichokes!
Oh the things we do for this man.
Once on set, "Scion" and "Diver" were VERY helpful.
I would love to tell you what they told us but... I made a promise and I never break a promise!
It was a long hot day,
but even sitting around in a Kia, staring at artichokes all day, is fun when you're doing it with your bestie!
Five hours later, it happened again! Even with all our insider knowledge and security tips...
we watched his black SUV fly around the corner and out of sight... again without so much as a wave.
who was in the car right in front of us? Mr. HHH himself!
Again and again, so close yet still so far.
We may or may not have followed him almost all the way back to LA...
purely by chance of course, because we happened to be headed to the same area.
As we were dancing and singing along to the music. We heard this very familiar laugh come from a thin black curtain to the side of the stage.
I'd know this laugh anywhere!
COULD IT BE????
ARE WE REALLY STANDING LESS THAN 3 FEET AWAY FROM ...
WITH NOTHING BETWEEN US BUT A THIN BLACK CURTAIN!!!
Now, this is the point that I started chanting...
if you tackle him you will go to jail... if you tackle him you will go to jail!
As Sam closed the show and the crowd clapped and yelled for a great preformance,
A security guy started telling the all of us standing next to the curtain that we had to move back.
Was he really going to come out? OMG!!!
Now, this is the point that I was starting to have problems breathing.
Sure enough, the curtain opens and a line of sexy Brit's start making their way
through the bar to the green room!
First in line was TomStu... (did I mention that he is much better looking in person)
and then everything went blurry and all I could see was the LB hat with my own piece of heaven underneath it! He was truly fucking beautiful!
Now, this is the part where I totally stopped breathing!
It felt like all the air had been completely sucked from the room.
He looked just like this...LB hat, white t-shirt, black pants...
(minus the jacket and minus the "I hate papparrazi" scowl but you get it!)
He walked with his head down, through the crowd. He looked up once or twice and made eye contact with a few people he seemed to recognize. I saw the smirk! I saw the smirk! It was everything I ever dreamed it could be. But just as soon as it appeared it was was gone.
He was gone!
He disappeared behind a closed door and it was over.
I don't know how long we stood there speechless with the realization of
"WE JUST SAW HIM!"
banging around in our heads.
I must say that I thought it was VERY COOL that no one in the crowd approached him or tried to take pics. The entire room just let him walk by casually with his buddies! It was amazing.
A few moments later that same security dude reappeared yelling at all of us to clear the room. We were all herded into an even smaller bar area (if you can beleive that), so the "band" could have the room.
Damn, you have no idea how bad I wanted to be in that room!
Although we didn't get an autograph or a picture with HHH, it continued to be a great night.
We met Shelly, or is it Stella?
(there's some odd name confusion going on there... we really need to clearthat up)
She runs the fan facebook site for Sam, Bobby and Marcus!
She was so sweet and she loved Brina!
We did a meet and greet with Sam
(who I might add, remembered talking to us at Bobby's show...score!)
Sam and his band are so sweet! They were all very charming and so funny!
We chatted with Dustin, the Brit Pack "Beer Bitch"
(his words not mine)
I prefer to call him "Smokey" (LMAO)
He was an interesting guy to say the least!
There's a lot more to this part of the story but I think it best to let it go...for now! *wink*
A certain producer that one of the TwiMafia besties has been chattin' up online was in attendance as well.
When he got ready to leave, we walked him out and were bombarded with papz
No wonder celebs hate that shit! I was seeing spots for an hour!
Sometime after midnight, we saw the front of the bar light up like a fuckin' 4th of July fireworks show
caused by a full blown papz camera assault
and we knew Rob had left the building!
Our last night in LA was an amazing!
One of us had a bit too much jager. One of us didn't see HHH because they were busy chatting up another celeb. Some of met new friends... thanks to a mouthy little skank that nearly got eliminated by the TwiMafia. Five us of crammed into a cab for four and rode all the way home with a drunk-ass lying across our laps in the back seat.
At the end of the day it was
...and topped off by 1:00am
and that's all that matters!
'cuz that's how the TwiMafia rolls!