On Friday night, Greg and I went to an amateur-leage fighting event. Greg has been a fan of the UFC for a long time and I tagged along because 1) my best friend was also going (with some people from work) & 2) it sorta counted as a date-night.
It’s pretty obvious why he married me.
I’m full of The Awesome & I let him off the hook by counting an amateur UFC fight as a “date night”.
The basic story of the fights were as follows:
-There was one girl fight which resulted in the loser tapping out because her mother-bleeping elbow got dislocated and was bending away from her body at a very disturbing angle. ::shudder::
-Girls walked around the octagon with signs informing us which round it was because we are too stupid to count to three.
-My bestie and I took non-monetary bets on who would win. She was almost always right. I’m thinking she needs to come to Vegas with Greg and I in the spring so she can help me win some big money.
-Stephanie (the bestie) and I met Harrison Ford.
A couple of people that she works with came and one of them brought a friend along. This friend? Looked just like Harrison Ford.
Obviously, my first thought was to get a picture so I could post it on the blog because that’s how much I love you guys.
My second thought? Should I go for the sneaky, I’m-totally-obvious-while-attempting-to-not-be-obvious picture or just ask him outright if I could take his picture.
Obviously (and because I have no sense of shame), I blurted out casually said, “Hey! I need to get a picture of you! You totally look like somebody I know and I want to show them.”
After his nervous laughter subsided and I convinced him that I am not, in fact, a serial killer that likes to take pictures of her victims pre-mortem as some sort of strange trophy, he asked who I thought he looked like.
Obviously I don’t know Harrison Ford like I lied and said I did. And, I’m not a quick enough thinker to come up with a random name & say something like, “Oh, you totally look like our friend Jon!”
This is what I said.
“Well, okay. I guess I technically don’t know him, know him but you totally look like Harrison Ford! Now, stand still so I can take your picture!”
I’m truly shocked that he allowed me to take his picture after . . . well after I opened my mouth and started talking but he did and now he’s (semi)famous so you’re welcome, Harrison Ford’s twin.
Now I can cross “Meet a celebrity” off my bucket list.
Along with “Get a restraining order filed against me.”
I’m so efficient.
I’m also linking this story up with Chantel over at My Thoughts & Treasures because meeting Harrison Ford was a treasure!