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Graduation countdown: 7 days

7 days. One week to go till I'm sitting up there, either sweating in my graduation robes in the hot sun or with the rain running off my taller neighbor's mortarboard and all over me, while some investment-guy alum blathers on to us and PT lisps about how excellent our class is and rah rah Liberal Arts at Work. Can you tell I'm looking forward to it?

One day last summer someone signed the guestbook on my website, leaving their name as "John Hannah".

'Yeah right,' I snorted, and went on with my life. Then a few days later, he signed again, insisting it was him, saying that he liked the site, and that he'd like to contact me. So I left my email address in the guestbook, thinking 'What the hey'. By then there was some more information that made it sound more likely that it was actually him.

He did email me. He said he liked the site and and asked how I got involved. Through the information he shared, I came to believe that it really was John Hannah. So there I was at work, getting no work done and emailing back and forth with John Hannah. When I wasn't emailing back and forth, I was checking my email every two seconds to see if something new had come in. There were only three messages, but I still didn't get anything done all day.

In one of the messages, I mentioned that I was going to England soon and that I'd be going to see his friend Neil Dudgeon in a play he was in. Upon discovering that I'd be in London, he gave me the number of someone to contact at Twickenham Studios, where he was filming "The Memory of Water".

So when I got to England, I called and talked to this contact at Twickenham. We were calling back and forth all day, trying to set something up. Finally, it was discovered that John wouldn't even be filming on the day that I could come in. But that's okay, because he wanted to meet me, so he was going to come in especially for me.

!

So my London friend Denzylle, my sister and I went down to Twickenham and had to wait for the 2nd assistant director, one of the people I'd talked to on the phone. She walked into the room and shook my hand, and I noticed that someone had walked in with her. It was John Hannah! He looked strangely normal - I didn't recognize him at first. I think I expected him to be sparkly or have an odd glow, being a movie star and all.

We went to the little juice-bar thing next door and John bought us water and we talked for about 45 minutes about what he was working on then, what he'd just finished, what he's doing next... and he was interested in what I was doing, too. He asked "'Is this as weird for you as it is for me?" Um... probably more so.... He seemed quite amazed by some of the information we had about his work and kept going 'How did you know about THAT?'

Tom Wilkinson (In the Bedroom, The Full Monty, Shakespeare in Love, etc.), who's also in "The Memory of Water", came over for a minute, shook our hands, seemed to think having a website was pretty weird, and went upstairs to watch cricket.

Anyway, then we were done and we were getting ready to go and he kissed each of us on the cheek before we left. I almost fell over backwards and had to keep from squealing until we got out of hearing distance.

(geek)

srah - Saturday, 27 April 2002 - 11:43 AM
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gravatar alfie - February 27, 2004 - 1:04 AM -

That is still the best day of my short life.

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