Okay, Anonymous, I normally wait until my Sunday Review to address comments, but I'm impatient. Also, your comment reminded me of something I've been meaning to blog about anyway....
One of my least favorite thing about blogs is the lack of editing, and I know I'm at fault for this as well. I trimmed yesterday's, however, and one of the paragraphs I left out was about this adorable Harry Potter couple sitting a couple of rows in front of us. And then that anonymous comment! (it's on the brigidkaelin.blogspot.com page, for you Facebook readers).
Friend-with-a-Truck and I were amused by the Sexy Hogwarts Outfits™ and the girls posing suggestively with their wands, but then this awesome Harry and Hermione couple wandered in and were immediately our favorite costumed group of the evening. Their outfits were great, and they just looked like they were having fun without the need to draw a bunch of attention to themselves.
Then while Friend-with-a-Truck was getting popcorn, Awesome Harry Potter turned around and looked at me and said, "Are you Brigid Kaelin?" Here I was sitting in perfect anonymity at a midnight movie with people totally out of my perceived audience demographic, and I was busted at the Harry Potter midnight premiere. (Though honestly, if I saw someone at the Harry Potter midnight premiere, I would immediately think they are cool. Maybe it's a good thing.) I laughed and said I was. And Awesome Harry Potter said he liked my music and had seen me at the broadcast of A Prairie Home Companion.
It somehow tickled me even more that the Best Dressed Wizard of the evening recognized me. I mean ... come on ... getting recognized by ... Harry Potter? He's the most famous wizard of all time!
But that made me think about the whole idea of getting recognized in public by people you don't know. When I see someone mildly famous (whether locally or nationally), I rarely ever go talk to him/her. Like a few months ago when I saw this really creepy guy at Impellizeri's on Bardstown Road getting a carryout pizza, I immediately disliked him for some reason. Then I realized it was Ethan from Lost, and isn't it funny to see him getting take-out. But I didn't talk to him. I told some friends though, so now my friends know that sometimes Ethan from Lost eats pizza from the Highlands.
The whole point of this is that it's weird to think about who might see me out and about, know who I am, not say anything to me, and then tell someone else what I was doing. Last year, my dad called me up and said, "I heard you were at the track today." And I had indeed been at the track, but I hadn't told anyone I was there. It was just an impromptu photo shoot with a photographer friend of mine. Turns out that one of the employees there recognized me and told somebody who told somebody who told my dad. Weird, right?
It's a good thing I'm not really famous. And it's also a good thing I never misbehave (in public).
Anyway, thanks for saying hello to me, Awesome Harry Potter. I hope you and that Awesome Hermione Granger are actually a couple. I always wanted Harry and Hermione to hook up.