Just a couple weeks ago, I finally mustered up the courage to go to a stagedoor to meet one of my favorite actors. I was shaking and I babbled like many do, it would seem, but when I asked for a photo and the actor agreed, semi-disaster struck. I whipped out my camera from my bag, only to find it dripping in chocolate. I had forgotten that I had left Hershey's Kisses in bag the previous day, and it had melted everywhere. In panic, I wiped the chocolate off onto my shirt all the while hopping up and down and mumbling to myself.
In the end, I got my photo, and the actor was very, very nice about it all. But I can't help shuddering when I look at the picture, me in all my chocolate-covered-shirt glory.
Updated On: 7/10/04 at 02:50 AM