my date with stanford.

ok. i have several photos of the sox game which will follow probably tomorrow, along with photos of maine. but first, there was stanford. stanford blatch. It was just like being in a sex and the city movie except instead of Minolo Blahniks, it was Lands End sneaks and Sox baseball cap and instead of cosmopolitans, it was bud light. details, details. So anyway... back to my date with the fabulous Willie Garson (aka stanford blatch)...

Joe and I took our seats in row 7, right behind home plate. Joe was able to sift through his undeniable excitement to spot a celebrity (it's like his sixth sense...seriously). He calmly says "isn't that the gay guy from sex and the city?" I instantly start hyperventilating. It was tough to focus on anything else at that point, and the game hadn't even started yet. I became the stalk-a-ratzi. And then my husband, being the great guy that he is, stalked Stanford after the game so i could have a photo.

And as with anytime i get photos with celebrities that big, big, big smile comes out. you know the one. the over the moon, my eyes almost shut, every tooth showing...smile. i hate it, but it can't be helped.

So there you have it. my date with Stanford Blatch. It was short and very few words exchanged, but it happened. and i have the photos to prove it.

The first sighting. Let the stalking begin.

After the game. The embrace!