Mandy Moore Thinks I'm A Dork...

The following is what was the original inspiration for this blog--the story of my trip from Seattle to New York and my general adjustment to the area. When considering what to include in the story I had to think of where to begin. Ultimately, I decided that I should start this multi-part story where most stories begin: with Mandy Moore.

I went to go see her perform on the 20th, in downtown Seattle--as this is the kind of thing I do, and fully expect the people I live with to attend with me. She was great, and performed songs from her new cd, "Wild Hope" (in stores now and available for download on iTunes). So after she was done, Paula Cole performed. Now, for those of you who don't know, Paula Cole is crazy. She's actually insane and weird, and just generally kind of annoying and in love with herself. My roommate and I left and sat at the bar attached to the showhall. We're sitting there and I say to the bartender "So, when are Mandy Moore and her band going to come in?" and he says, "Oh, I saw a group of them go to "The Alibi Room," which is a tiny little whole-in-the-wall place in downtown Seattle. I paid my check/cheque and we left...

We walk into The Alibi Room and it's small, really small, and there she is, sitting with her bandmates having drinks--she was probably drinking tea or something because she's just too saintly for alcoholic beverages. We sit down and we're sitting there thinking "Oh my God, Mandy Moore is sitting right over there... so close." So I order a beer and decide that I'll talk to her later. Eventually, I got up, walked over and said something along the lines of "Oh, hey, just wanted to say hi. I also wanted to tell you, I thought this was kind of funny, I quoted "Candy" in my senior quote in high school." And then she laughed the greatest laugh in the world, one where I knew I had just said the funniest, most charming thing she had every heard. Had the walls been made of wood and not brick they would have collapsed as this hearty guffah was genuine, and grand. So we shook hands again, and I went back to my table...

She left at about 12:30, alone, which I thought was really strange. Apparently she loves her Blackberry, because I saw her texting on it all night, the only time she stopped was while she was leaving. After she left, her band continued to chat up some skanks they met at the show. One of the guitar players had a really weak, girlish handshake--so I decided he was a douche. But anyway, that's about it. I think it'll be a funny story when we meet again someday. She'll say, "Oh, I remember that. I thought you were a big dork... but adorible and I wanted to make out with you." And I'll say, "And how!" and she'll say, "What?" and I'll say, "Oh, sorry, I got distracted by your beauty *wink*," and she'll say, "I think I love you."

She's really pretty in person, and has a good handshake, not weak at all.

Here's a picture from http://www.perezhilton.com/ from this night AND the same bar where I met her. I think this was taken after I told her we can't be "secret lovers."