*dragon park*
Many months ago, when I started this blog, I sort of assumed that I would become an Instant Internet Celebrity. Totally delusional, I know. I was so sure that some day I would be pushing my cart down the cookie aisle at Publix and hear someone whispering, "Hey, isn’t that Shauna? The Internet Celebrity adored by all?"
I came to my senses and gave up on the delusion about a month into it. I realized that if anyone whispered something about me at the grocery store it would involve a crusty booger hanging out of my nose or pants that I had once again failed to zip. I would keep on blogging, but Internet Celebrityness would not be achieved.
I’m admitting my delusions so you’ll understand just how tickled I was at Dragon Park yesterday. A grinning man with a camera over his shoulder walked up to me and said, "You look familiar. Do you have a blog?" I imagine that I turned at least one shade of red darker than my emerging sunburn. And for some reason, even though I recognized the man as the Michael of Chez Bez, I asked, "Do I know you?" I’m such a dork.
He was there playing with his beyond adorable kids and confessed that he recognized me by my daughter and my glasses. (Which is sort of funny because I had only picked up the new glasses about an hour before. It was a good confirmation that my new glasses are totally Shauna appropriate, though.) I would rate my rudeness and awkwardness a 7 out of 10, as I failed to introduce him to Pea and almost argued with him about the weather. I reckon that Pea would have loved to play with the little Bez Juniors. By the time I got up the nerve to talk to him again, they had disappeared.
I guess the moral of the story is to blow your nose and zip up your britches before you go to the park. You never know who you might run into.
I wonder if he got any good pictures? I was mostly too busy playing and making clover necklaces, but I took a few.
On an unrelated note, I’ve spent the past 24 hours daydreaming about buying a house in that part of town. We could sell one car and David could walk to work and we could kiss subdivision life goodbye forever. Dream, dream, dream.
Cool! See…you ARE famous!
I lived in that area YEARS ago (as in more than 12) when I was single and worked closer to downtown and it was lovely. Of course way back then I was more interested in walking to the bars in Hillsboro Village then in walking to work. ;)
You were neither rude nor a dork. I’m normally so shy, I was surprised that I approached you at all. Thank God you were who I thought you were. I can’t imagine how I would have followed my “Do you have a blog?” query if you had looked at me funny and said, “No.”
And you were right about the weather. It was pretty hot. ;)