No pics of Billy this week, just me I’m afraid. I got to go to the International Emmy Awards last night through my job.
When we got to the coat check my favorite cast member from The Wire, Lance Reddick, appeared right next to me. He is in Lost as well if you recognize him from somewhere else.
As always happens when I am near famous people, I had a panic attack, figuring my head was about to explode. I did this silly little dance with him trying to negotiate who should check their coat first, and then with a foolishly theatrical gesture, waved him ahead of me, blushing intensely. If only I’d had the balls to say “I’m a big fan” or something. But why? I don’t know. These are thoughts that make up the panic attack. My office mates were less reticent and got photos of themselves with him.
My next brush with fame was getting to watch David Suchet’s bottom as he rode the escalator right in front of me. He went on to win best actor for his role in Maxwell.
This was the International Emmy Awards, not the Emmy Awards. A much smaller less grand affair held in the Hilton. But it was still the grandest thing I’ve ever been to and I was loving it. I had 3 bottles of beer before I even sat down. I decided I’d be really mad at myself if I didn’t talk to at least one famous person. As luck would have it, sat 2 tables from us, was a hero of mine Graham Linehan. He co-wrote Father Ted and writes The IT Crowd. I consider both to be about as good as comedy gets, so seeing him there was quite something for me. As more luck would have it, he was very humble and nice and not at all scary.
I continued to drink glass after glass of wine throughout the ceremony and the awards flew by. The IT crowd won, Shaun the Sheep won, the Brits kept winning and winning until I started to feel guilty. Many of my colleagues are from South America and when the new Telenovela category came up and it went to a Jordanian production I felt the atmosphere sour a bit. My boss informed me that I was evil and from then on I kept my fingers crossed the the UK would lose. Which they never did. Because America wasn’t in it to beat us.
At the very end I took to the stage for my own imaginary acceptance speech. I was pretty drunk at this stage as you can probably imagine. On leaving at around 11PM I was presented with a gift bag full of stuff Heidi can spread on herself, then I got drenched as I walked umbrellaless to the subway. Back to reality.