JULIE MUTHA FUCKING ANDREWS
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NOT ONLY DID I ACHIEVE MY LIFE'S GOAL OF GIVING JULIE ANDREWS A HIGH-FIVE. I GOT A FUCKING HUG!!!!
That's right. I gave her a HUG.
STORY: It started with an amazing video about how amazing this goddess of a woman is. It was very effective. We received SIGNED copies of her book The Great American Mousical and its adorable. Sadly, NO PICTURES ALLOWED!! Anyway, she comes out and we're all screaming and it's amazing. She talks a bit and then STRAIGHT to the Q&A.
Q&A starts off with some stupid bitch kids standing on chairs asking about what her favorite movie she's done was and if she really went down the stairs on a mattress in Princess Diaries 2. I am in the second row holding up my poster that reads:
DEAR JULIE,
CAN I GIVE YOU A "HIGH-FIVE"? MY HANDS ARE CLEAN.
The people around me have seen the sign and are motioning for the usher to give me the mic. The mic gets to me and at this point my pulse is 220. I stand up, hold up the poster up, and she reads it out loud. She does the amazingly cute Julie Andrews laugh and says "Sure! Come on up!" So I JUMP on stage and I'm standing TWO FEET AWAY from Julie Andrews. We make it all cute and wipe our hands on our pants and she holds up her hands and counts down "1...2...3!" Our hands collide and a flurry of beautiful sparks emanate from our hands amongst the throng of cheering audience members.
But 'tis not enough! Then she says "Give me a hug." And she opens up her arms and I GIVE JULIE ANDREWS A HUG.
So I'm flipping shit! People are screaming and it is amazing. My blue striped shirt has JULIE ANDREWS on it. It's absolutely the greatest thing that has ever happened to me in my life.
She finishes the night and it was like watching a goddess descend from the heavens to greet her loyal subjects. To get a picture of her in person, take everything you ever thought about her. Minus everything bad you think might be a possibility. Multiply that end number by 10934923764509273465183576. And you have the beauty that is Julie Mutha Fucking Andrews.
NOT ONLY DID I ACHIEVE MY LIFE'S GOAL OF GIVING JULIE ANDREWS A HIGH-FIVE. I GOT A FUCKING HUG!!!!
That's right. I gave her a HUG.
STORY: It started with an amazing video about how amazing this goddess of a woman is. It was very effective. We received SIGNED copies of her book The Great American Mousical and its adorable. Sadly, NO PICTURES ALLOWED!! Anyway, she comes out and we're all screaming and it's amazing. She talks a bit and then STRAIGHT to the Q&A.
Q&A starts off with some stupid bitch kids standing on chairs asking about what her favorite movie she's done was and if she really went down the stairs on a mattress in Princess Diaries 2. I am in the second row holding up my poster that reads:
DEAR JULIE,
CAN I GIVE YOU A "HIGH-FIVE"? MY HANDS ARE CLEAN.
The people around me have seen the sign and are motioning for the usher to give me the mic. The mic gets to me and at this point my pulse is 220. I stand up, hold up the poster up, and she reads it out loud. She does the amazingly cute Julie Andrews laugh and says "Sure! Come on up!" So I JUMP on stage and I'm standing TWO FEET AWAY from Julie Andrews. We make it all cute and wipe our hands on our pants and she holds up her hands and counts down "1...2...3!" Our hands collide and a flurry of beautiful sparks emanate from our hands amongst the throng of cheering audience members.
But 'tis not enough! Then she says "Give me a hug." And she opens up her arms and I GIVE JULIE ANDREWS A HUG.
So I'm flipping shit! People are screaming and it is amazing. My blue striped shirt has JULIE ANDREWS on it. It's absolutely the greatest thing that has ever happened to me in my life.
She finishes the night and it was like watching a goddess descend from the heavens to greet her loyal subjects. To get a picture of her in person, take everything you ever thought about her. Minus everything bad you think might be a possibility. Multiply that end number by 10934923764509273465183576. And you have the beauty that is Julie Mutha Fucking Andrews.