I get star struck every now and then. I remember growing up having crushes with movie and sports stars alike. I remember collecting a lot of pictures, posters and what not of famous celebrities. I remember that my room was a gigantic collage of my youthful fanaticism and crazy celebrity infatuation.
One time my hubby and I went to watch a movie in this big movie house. My hubby being an enochlophobia that he is was terrified when he saw what seemingly a riot of pint sized fans mobbing the movie theater. He wanted to back out and stated driving to the exit of the huge parking lot. But then, being a charmer that I am, I was able to convince him that those kids were not there to watch the same movie that we were supposed to watch. He didn’t believe me just the same. We argued as usual. And I won again, of course.
We bought the ticket, got the popcorn and watched the movie. And guess what? We were the only people who were in that viewing room. There are 10 movie rooms in the cinema and the mob went to crowd Hannah Montana. So we enjoyed Rambo all to ourselves and hubby was happy.