The unthinkable has happened. I had my chance to meet Kristen Bell this past weekend and I missed it.
To catch you up, Kristen Bell (Veronica Mars, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Gossip Girl, Heroes) and I are meant to be best friends. Her, along with Mandy Moore*, have no idea, but someday we will be besties. And not just regular ol’ acquaintances. I’m talking about exchanging christmas gifts, sending drunk texts and crying over our favorite scenes of Love, Actually, kinda best friends.
So while I was on a plane to Vancouver, Bell was apparently on a plane to Calgary to for the grand opening for the new Holt Renfrew. Context: That store is about a four minute walk from my house. Four minutes.
I wish I could say that I didn’t cry when I found out how close I was to her, but I would be lying. I seriously cried. Tears down my face. I guess I should be embarrassed, but I’m just still really upset. And I have far bigger things in my life to be embarrassed about. (see above asterisks.)
I’m sorry that I missed you Kristen. You’re amazing. I can’t wait until we become friends. I’m going to buy a matching best friend necklace. You know the one, it’s a broken heart. Yours will say best and mine will say friends. It will be grand. Until then….
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* remind me to tell you the story of the time I was hypnotized and I was convinced a 400 pound man was mandy moore.