My brush with fame

From an email I sent out to literally everybody I know about ten minutes ago…   Ok, I’m so flustered,I know I am missing people on this vital (in my eyes) email who totally need to hear about my brush with fame, but too bad for them. I am totally now a connection in Six Degrees of Separation or something.  

So the story: Apparently, some movie called State of Play is shooting in DC and it has Rachel McAdams and Russell Crowe or something (I just looked it up). And there have been all these funky lights and wires and piles of stuff in the Rosslyn Metro station. I didn’t think much of it because the Metro always has random stuff in it and I figured they were for repairs. My thinking was there was a massive leak from a few weeks ago and maybe Metro found the cash to fix it. 
 
 
Then, I have to go to the podiatrist today and my co-worker gives me a copy of US Weekly to read since I left my book at home. There’s a blurb about Jennifer Garner and Ben Affleck shopping at a local DC bookstore last week. I think, strange, were they just passing through town or are they shooting a movie? And the thought promptly flies right out of my head.
 
 
SOOOOO, on my way home, I see a sign up in the Metro. Being a noisy butt, I stop and read it. Apparently, State of Play (which at that point, I’d never heard of) or something is shooting in MY LOCAL METRO. I’m thinking can’t they get better signs than these things? Because, really, they were awful. Anyhoo, as I learned about 30 seconds later, Mr. Ben “instant orgasm except he has a large head” Affleck is in the movie. As I finish reading the sign, guess who comes up behind me but Mr. Hottie himself and Jennifer Garner (who is a lot skinnier than I imagined her, so my God, how skinny is somebody like Nicole Richie????). He says hello, that they have been filming there, that they are on their way home. There are a few other random passersby but they seem oblivious to the Genuine Movie Star and Oscar Winner (in the category I dream of maybe one day winning) amongst them. Hello, God amongst mortals? How did they not notice. Goes to my whole, people in DC are way too focused thing. Also, there are no other movie-esque people around. Anyway, after I pick up my jaw and wipe the drool from my chin, I say I had been wondering what was going on with the lights and stuff. They say something else (I forget) and then that you can sign up to be an extra at some building at I and 19th. (Which I am so going to do tomorrow at lunch just to say I attempted to be an extra.) And then we say goodnight and they walk away and into the elevator because they have an empty stroller with them (um, side note, where’s the kid? Now I want to see what they spawned). So that means, they had their own Metro cards and knew how to work them. It appears some movie stars are smarter than tourists. I’ve wondered…
 
 
Back to the story: I was so flustered that is was only afterwards I thought of taking a picture. So, I tried to take a picture of their backs, but my phone is from the pre-any decent technology era and takes crap pictures in the dark metro, plus it was far away so they didn’t come out. And of course for days I have been carrying around my real camera in my purse to take pictures of local sights for the blog, but I took it out on Saturday for the Cherry Blossom festival and haven’t put it back in yet. Damn cherry blossoms! I would much rather have had photographic evidence of my brush with fame than pictures of flowers. Oh well.
 
 
There you go. That’s how I just met Jennifer Garner and Ben Affleck. I think this qualifies as am one step closer to becoming Mrs. Matt Damon, right? 

xoxo, K. 

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One Response to “My brush with fame”

  1. Famous is as famous does, so that makes you… « Average Jane Says:

    […] friend had her own brush with fame (real fame) a few weeks ago. She met Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner and the ghost of their kid […]

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