i had a dream last night that i was in the gym of my elementary school at some gala? meeting? let's just settle on "gathering" that i was hosting or was somehow involved in. then lance armstrong and his girlfriend showed up and i geeked. i kept shrieking OH MY GOD! OH. MY. GOD. OHMYGOD!! (which is funny because i would never blaspheme in my real life.) i woke up positively cracking up.
dreams are funny
gosh i would never, and i mean NEVER want to have any level of celebrity associated with me. i sometimes cringe at how i would react if i ever met lance armstrong. i would make such an ass out of myself and i couldn't help it! i mean i wouldn't shriek but i know i couldn't just act normal, as if he wasn't who i hold him up to be in my head. i would probably go red in the face and act all twitchy and force my words out really quickly. and i couldn't look him in the face or else i might shriek about how much i admire him and i'd talk his ear off about the tour de france. celebrities have a really cruddy life. people think they know them, knows what makes them tick or what they enjoy. they don't. they can't! even the most overexposed celeb has a veil (and i hope it's a darn thick one) between their persona and their Real Life. i don't believe anyone, beyond who i physically or emotionally interact with in my real life, is who i perceive them to be.
well, not mr. armstrong. he wouldn't do that to me! or something