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.
[...] Impromptu blogger meet-up! I love it when that happens: 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. [...]
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. ;)