I’m super excited to be flying to New York on Friday to see Alan Rickman in a play called Seminar on Saturday. He’s absolutely my favorite living actor and I’ve got 4th row tickets. I’m terrified that I’ll hyperventilate and pass out when he steps out onto the boards. Of course, if I die of a heart attack, I’ll go happy, right?
I’ll be sure to blog about the experience if I survive. They may haul me out in one of these like he has on:
I wonder if they make straight jackets for two, I’d love to share one with him, that would be only fair, since he’s the reason for my craze. 😀
Wouldn’t that be a dram come true? Tied up with this sexy hunk of man and no way to escape (even on the crazy chance you’d want to).
Yes, that would be a dream that could go on forever 😉