Last night Ben took me to the Atlantic's White House Correspondent Dinner's pre-party, where I was able to stare at Clair Danes and Jeremy Renner, but the real thrill was when I went up to Andy Cohen and interuppted what I'm sure was an important conversation with two people to beg for a photo. The interaction went something like this:
Me (running up to him and tapping him on the shoulder): Please, I need to take a picture with you.
Andy Cohen: (Looking a little perturbed but totally amicable) Oh, sure!
[puts arm around me, ben snaps photo]
Me: (as ben takes picture, I whisper) I love your book. I love you.
AC: (silence, smiles)
a few more sentences were exchanged and I ran away.
Anyway. it was worth it. so thank you, andy cohen, for making my life.
Me (running up to him and tapping him on the shoulder): Please, I need to take a picture with you.
Andy Cohen: (Looking a little perturbed but totally amicable) Oh, sure!
[puts arm around me, ben snaps photo]
Me: (as ben takes picture, I whisper) I love your book. I love you.
AC: (silence, smiles)
a few more sentences were exchanged and I ran away.
Anyway. it was worth it. so thank you, andy cohen, for making my life.
I obviously was too excited to control my smile, as I usually try to do in photos, so excuse the extra mile of gums showing.
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