Go big or go home, right?
The good news is, that I’ve been MIA from blog updates because I’ve been hard at work on three (yes, three) novels that need finished. So, there’s that. The bad news is that I spent a lot of time watching horror movies in October and didn’t get, you know, all three done like I wanted. Boy, I’d forgotten just how good the original Candyman was!
In other news, I attended my first Comic Con! Yes! My mom took me and The Rowdy Boys to the WizardWorld Con in Pittsburgh. She said, “I feel like Sheldon Cooper from Big Bang.”
And then this happened:
I met Evan Peters. Not only did I meet him and get my picture taken with him, but he autographed a picture for me. And hugged me.
Look, we all know that I’m a rabid, veteran fangirl. I remember being in second grade at Kingsville Elementary School and looked at a New Kids on the Block book with Amber and Melanie in the girls bathroom. I spent my 18th birthday at an N Sync concert. I would sell a kidney on the black market to meet Harry Styles.
Evan Peters. Holy. Crap.
The photo op was lickidy-split: basically they hustle you in, you wrap yourself in the cozy arms of Evan Peters and his stylish black cardigan, and then the photographer bellows out, “Ready.” Snap. Next. The autograph portion of the day was filled with far more anticipation, terror, and lust. Also: by that time, I’d gotten a new, massive tattoo on my back and was a little whirly-eyed. That’s fine, no big deal.
So, some girl behind me refused to take a picture of me meeting Evan Peters, or else I’d have one for the here. She was like, “we’re standing too close to each other in line. I don’t want to get thrown out of here because of you.”
Ah. Fine. Nice talk.
So, I went back to texting and using my phone in line and a snuck a picture of Evan Peters anyway–screw you, girl behind me–and then got a selfie taken with a random security guard because I’m random like that. And then it was my turn. My brain said, “EEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeee!”
And Evan Peters said, “Hey, how are you?”
I babbled something about getting a new tattoo just moments before and he thought that was pretty awesome. My brain was like some kind siren reminding me that this was, in fact, sexy Jimmy Darling in front of me, looking at me with this deep, intoxicating eyes. God, how I hoped there was nothing on my face or stuck in my teeth.
So, because my new tattoo was a lotus, he wrote “all my lotus.” Lord. And I think XOX under his name. Swoon.
Of course, I gushed about how awesome this season of AHS was–because it’s by far the best, after Freak Show–and asked him if we riot, if we can get him more screen time? He said: Yes, do this.
And then my mouth said, “Can I get a hug?”
And Evan Peters didn’t flinch, smiled, and said, “Yeah, come here.”
He hugged me over the table and it was amazing. And he bumped my chin with his shoulder and was like, ah, sorrow, I totally smashed you in the face. What do you say to that? Well, let me tell you, Heather Hambel Curley gently cups his chin and says, “It’s okay, don’t worry, it was so nice to meet you.”
Could have stuck the landing better I guess…..but, all in all, my first celebrity encounter was amazing. And that tattoo? Go big or go home, right? It was spur of the moment but look how gorgeous! The part by my spine was no big deal, but the part next to my pale muffin top? That sucked. Big time. But, it was totally worth it, as this is my first back tattoo and the most colorful piece to date. The Hubs has strongly cautioned this should be my last tattoo. But…..well, never say never.
November is off to a pretty darn good start. Evan Peters, a new tattoo. AND, for those keeping score, my second novel in the Lazarus Society series, All I Desire, is under contract for publishing! The release date is coming soon, so stay tuned for updates, giveaways, and fun. And shenanigans!