Last Thursday, I went to a meet and greet with six of the eleven members of the ahhmazing, beloved MTV series The State near Santa Monica, or somewhere near there. I woke up a bit late, 9:50-ish, a Top Chef marathon and BBC America were the defaults. I had to take the public bus to meet my dad where he works in downtown so that we could go to the previously mentioned destination. After waiting what seemed like hours at that bus stop right in front of that big ol' intersection (hey there agoraphobia), a bus finally pulls in. When I got to my stop, which was the very last stop of the busline, I had to wait a little while on that street. Being a teenage girl, waiting alone on a street in downtown Los Angeles is interesting, actually that's not the right adjective, is it? OH! I forget to mention, if you ever take a car/bus to/around downtown, I recommend listening to some Joy Division, particularly these tracks: Transmission, Disorder, She's Lost Control...
Well, my dad picked me up and we headed over to the the DVD store where the signing was being held at, and much to our surprise, there was hardly any traffic! We drove near the store, but we were two hours early and there was no parking anywhere. Not that people had already showed up for the signing. Free parking in LA is nearly impossible to find, kind of like the elusive Mew, Suicine, Lugia, Darkrai... you get the point. So we parked at a nearby mall and killed some time in the Barnes and Noble there. I was starting to feel the effect of the ativan I took earlier, which is probably on par with being slightly drunk but still being fully aware of everything, sort of.
We went back to the store and there was already a small line, probably ten or so people in front of me. Hmm to protect the privacy of other people, I'll cut this part really short. I talked with a huge State fan that was behind me, I'm not sure how the conversation started, but it was great! Ah, speaking with someone with the same comedic taste... it is glorious. My new friend is a BIG Thomas Lennon fan, seriously my Michael Ian Black is her Lt. Dangle. In fact, she actually won the short-shorts Lennon sports on Reno 911 that were auctioned off on eBay. Anyway, we were finally let in... Ahh and I just got to say, they were so incredibly nice (this word will soon be overused). Like, you have no idea... A few of my favorite exchanges.
Thomas Lennon- A lot of tension built up to this moment. I mean, the last time I saw him up close was at the Orpheum where he was staring directly at me and happily talking about oral sex. Would he remember me? He shook my hand and kinda locked eyes again. Oh, sweet deja vu.
Ben Garant- Nice dude! He said hi and "thanks for coming out." I swear, I have the worst hearing ever, ESPECIALLY when mixed with the confusion and disorientation of my anxiety meds in full effect. "Huh?" He repeats it. "Umm, wait huh?" He says it a third time, finally I get it; "Oh, uh yeah... thanks."
Ken Marino- "Hi, I'm Ken!" "Umm I know." "What's your name?" "Catherine." "Nice to meet you Catherine." "You too."
The greatest exchange of words, ever?
David Wain- Ah the king of them all. The head honcho... Our "conversation" went something like this:
David: Where did you come from?
Me: *surprised* Here, well I live in LA.
David: Yeah. I know that. But where?
Me: Near Whittier...
David: That's good. *signs DVD with "YOU LIVE IN LA, I HEAR"*
I took an organic banana signed by Joe and took pictures of them. It was super awesome, I mean look at this LONG blog post, which means either two things (or both) that a) this was really fun and b) I have nothing better to do.... We had to leave early, UGH. I hate myself for not staying to see Tom fall off and subsequently break his chair, actually that was really sad, in a funny sort of way.
**Note: There's something about Robert Ben Garant. I just can't pin it. Sans mustache, military haircut, and aviator sunglasses, he's pretty darn sexy.
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