As a brief update on me: I'm officially starting work as a Teacher's Aide/Playground Supervisor at a school where I've been volunteering. One of the pre-recs for most teacher credential programs is field experience, so I re-connected with my second grade teacher who teaches kindergarten at a school nearby. They like me so much that they offered me a position! I will be leaving my other job, which will also bring peace of mind. Hooray!
ANYWAY!
Two weeks ago, I was lucky enough to attend a 90's throwback party hosted by Svedka Vodka with FAB's boss. She had originally invited him to go with her, but when he told her he had a softball game that evening, she invited me to go in his place. I borrowed a dress from my awesome cousin, and prepared to enjoy the night. I was not expecting THIS:
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| No. It's not photoshopped. |
*Note: FAB's boss will now be shortened to the much simpler "M." It's anonymous enough and it's a little James Bond-y. Win.
Okay. Admittedly, I had hoped that something like this would happen. I had only learned that it was a 90s party the day before. That put a spark in my head because I know from his Facebook page (we're Facebook friends, what?) that he hits a lot of these Hollywood parties. How could he NOT want to show up for a 90s party. Especially one about the "Heartthrobs and Heartbreakers" of the 90s. When I walked in with "M" (who I think I can actually call a friend now) there was a large cork board immediately to our right. It was plastered with images of said heartthrobs and heartbreakers. When M went to take a photo with her 90s image I had noticed two pictures of Lance on the board without the rest of the group. There was one of all of them, but even the other four (including Mr. Timberlake) were not represented separately. That was a pretty big clue, but with such a large party, there was no telling if I'd actually lay eyes on the beautiful hunk of gay man meat. Yeah. I went there. Judge me.
I never, in a million years expected him to sit down at the table next to ours. I pretty much fangirled all over myself, becoming instantly giggly, nervous, shaky, and unfortunately also flushed. I was mostly discreet about it, but it was really hard not to stare. I had been sitting with M, and another cast member of her 90s program, and a few of her friends. She left just before I did, claiming I could stay if I wanted. I stayed just long enough for one of her friends to ask for the picture and snap it, and then beelined to meet FAB at the bar with his buddies after the game. The whole ordeal was mostly embarrassing, having to have someone else do the asking, but I did manage to say "hi" and a few (probably overly gracious) "thank yous" without any kind of trouble. As you know, this was not the way it went when we last met...
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| He looks way less enthused here... |
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| "I'ove you. Ca'I've a hug?" *Photo Credit: Ashley |
Yay life!
