I’m home now (it’s funny how taking a cab from Brooklyn back to NYC will reduce one’s commute time from TWO AND A HALF HOURS to about 30 minutes) and here’s my “OMG I MET PAGET BREWSTER” story.
First, the Thrilling Adventure Hour was hilarious. I can’t really explain this show; it’s one of those things you have to see for yourself to fully understand.
In preparation for (potentially) meeting Paget after the show - since everyone knows that, at Broadway and off-Broadway shows, you just wait by the stage door if you want to meet the actors afterward - I had written her a letter. I knew in advance that I’d become completely ineloquent if I did meet her in person and unable to describe just how amazing she truly is … basically about how I was probably Huff’s #1 fan when it originally aired on Showtime and not only did it take two years for someone else to tell me that the same actress who played my very favorite character, Emily Prentiss, had played Huff’s wife, but I didn’t even BELIEVE him until I looked it up online, and how that’s just one example of how incredibly talented she is as an actress.
So, while having a cigarette outside, I overheard someone saying how he met one of the other cast members inside and I asked (hopefully): “Do you think Paget Brewster is in there? Because I’d really like to meet her.” [Understatement of the century.] He said he didn’t know, but I should go check.
Since this WAS in an awesome bar in Brooklyn and not in some pretentious Manhattan theater, I walked right back in through the door with the “exit only” sign and … there she was, talking to the woman selling the merchandise. I kind of froze for a minute, took a deep breath, and approached her. After waiting for her to finish her conversation and taking a picture of her with the woman, I said something like, “Um, I am a huge fan of yours … and I knew if I met you I’d be completely incapable of speaking sooooo I wrote you a letter” and handed it to her.
She seemed genuinely touched by the idea that someone would take the time to write her a letter and said, “Awww, that is so sweet! Thank you so much!” and then she pulled me in for a hug. I am pretty sure that my synapses short-circuited at this moment. No, I am DEFINITELY sure that my synapses short-circuited at this moment.
Afterward, she thanked me AGAIN and I kind of blurted out something like, “And you’re just as beautiful in person and I really think you’re an incredible actress …” She kept telling me “thank you” in this really sincere, genuine way and I couldn’t help thinking: SHE is thanking ME? What the hell kind of alternate universe did I enter when I crossed over the Brooklyn Bridge?!?!
Then someone else (littlelovelylies, as it turns out) took a photo with her and I realized: oh, shit! I would love to have a photographic reminder that this did indeed happen and that I did not slip into a narcoleptic dream state from the Red Bull and vodka. So then I took a picture with her - well, two, because the guy who took them thought the first turned out blurry and said “Uh, can I take another one? Because this one might be kinda blurry.” And Paget was all, “Yeah, take another one!” even though there were, by this point, several people standing there waiting to take photos with her.
I mean it when I say I’ve never met a more genuinely caring and appreciative celebrity in my life. And, living in NYC, I’ve met a lot of celebrities.
The difference with Paget is that I didn’t feel like I’d run into a superstar who was somehow inconvenienced by “this part of the job” when I met her … or that she even felt like saying hello or taking a picture with me WAS necessarily “part of the job.” Which is fucking incredible. It felt more like running into a casual acquaintance than “meeting a celebrity.” Except, obviously, I am capable of actually forming a sentence when I run into casual acquaintances.
It seemed like it mattered to her. And I’m really glad that I wrote what I did, omitting most personal details and instead focusing on why she is, as her website puts it, “a super-babe” because that’s the best way you can show someone how much you appreciate their work, I think. But what do I know? The last fan letter I wrote was to Jonathan Brandis.
AND SHE HUGGED ME! LIKE, VOLUNTARILY! ON HER OWN! HER IDEA!
It’s preeeeetttty hard to beat that. :DDD