Patrick came out, surrouded by some other people. I blanked, and looked at the ground. Etheb wasn't about to let this go, and I love her for it -
E: Patrick!
He looks over, apparently flattered. By the way, we totally didn't bother with Gerard Butler, who was right there, too. We all know who I'm in this for.
E: Can we talk to you for a second?
I backed up shyly, half expecting him to say he couldn't stop. He stopped his entire small entourage and gave us a sweet "sure!" and came right over.
Me: I've been waiting two years to see you back in New York!
Patrick: Two years?
Me: yeah, Oklahoma! Loved it.
Patrick: Oh, yeah!
I said something about Angels in America, but I don't know what it is.
Etheb asked if we could take a picture, and Patrick said of course. He put his arm around her, and for some reason, I completely froze, just trying to process what was going on. It was so strange to me, but so amazing at the same time, to see those bright blue eyes again, and to have that deja-vu feeling of turning around to see him standing right behind me.
So I came to my senses and put my arm around Patrick for the picture.
I thanked him, and wished him luck with everything, and etheb said we couldn't wait for the movie.
Patrick: I think you'll really like it!
And that was it. He hasn't changed a bit. I really, really missed him and it was so wonderful to see him again.
beacon, I'll e-mail you the picture if you want!
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Updated On: 11/20/04 at 08:18 PM