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I was thisclose to meeting, touching, and taking a selfie with Norman Reedus…
It seemed too good to be true…
Norman Reedus appearing at the Montclair Film Festival on May 7 and the tickets were just $14?!
Obviously I immediately bought tickets and rallied my fellow Norman Reedus-lovers to attend with me, including my online bestie Kate, who I had never met in real life before.
Kate designed my blog logo several years ago and we became email buddies from there. We are both huge Walking Dead fans, so clearly we had to meet up at this.
I pictured us getting there just early enough to snag the first spots in line. Surely 12:30 or 1:00 would do it for a 2:00 event, right? WRONG.
The line at the Wellmont Theater was probably a mile long by the time I got there at 1:00 and it was comprised of a strange mix of:
A) Women in love with Daryl Dixon/Norman Reedus
B) Teenage boys who are obsessed with The Walking Dead and
C) People who don’t watch the show and were dragged along to this event not really knowing what was going on (like the woman behind me in line).
We met up with my other friends Chrissy, Beth, and Denise and once they let us in, we ended up getting seats that were not too terrible. We had a good view of the stage plus we were close to the bar.
The event itself was Norman sitting on stage having a conversation with Joel Stillerman, President of Original Programming for AMC (the network that airs The Walking Dead).
Sidenote: If you don’t watch TWD, here’s why you should…
After they discussed his career, what he was like as a child, blah blah blah– I couldn’t pay attention because I was desperately trying to figure out how I could make my way to the stage– they took questions from the audience.
I had my questions in mind already.
I would start with “Will you marry me?” to get a chuckle from everyone, and then I’d ask “Boxers or briefs? Prove it.” Kate came up with that gem while we were sitting in the audience.
Of course as soon as they announced we could ask questions, dozens of people ran for the microphone line and I instantly gave up.
I realized as I heard the audience members’ questions that my love for Norman Reedus was nothing special. I would have sounded just as desperate as everyone else if I was up there.
As “In Conversation with Norman Reedus” came to a close, I had one last chance. Kate and I stalked the exit where he was walking off stage and we got within five feet of him. But that’s it. We opted NOT to try to barrel through the security guard just so we could grab his shirt and ask for a selfie.
I left the event mildly depressed that the day had gone so differently than the fantasy in my mind. I mean, at 4:00 I figured I’d be in Norman’s limo headed into NYC to go bar-hopping or something.
“Whatever you want to do is fine with me, Daryl! I mean Norman. The night is young!” I would say.
Instead, Kate and I were at a restaurant called Bare Burger, where they told us we could sit “at the bar” which was sort of like a bar but had no alcohol. So really nothing like a bar. Maybe don’t call it a bar, Bare Burger.
Still, at least I got to see my #1 celeb crush in the flesh. That’s definitely better than just seeing him on TV.
And I got to finally meet my friend Kate! It’s always good when someone you meet via a Craigslist ad doesn’t turn out to be a murderer or a psycho, right?
As for Norman Reedus, don’t you worry…we shall meet again.
Even if I have to pay $500 for a Meet & Greet Photo at a Walker/Stalker Con, we shall meet again…