Meeting Zach Galifianakis was way cool.
We discussed how we are both from North Carolina, shook hands, and had a brief but pleasant encounter.
I should've stopped there...but no...I sure didn't.
Later, when I was standing at one of the bars and he was at a table behind me, I made the stellar decision to go back up to him, and say, no joke, "Can I get a fellow North Carolinian a drink from the bar."
Three things happened here.
1) That was the lamest thing I could have possibly said. Ever.
2) It was an open bar. Typically offering to buy people drinks when the drinks are free is not that impressive.
3) He said no. It was awkward. I walked away mortified.
Later, I was taking a picture with my sis and her boyfriend when, who should walk by? Zach!
I said, "Hey you want in on this?!" He said, "No, I just want to go to the bathroom."
Ouch!
Nonetheless, he got in the picture which I'm def going to frame and tell my grandkids that it was my famous bff, instead of a celebrity that I scared multiple times in one night.
Nevermind the fact that we went to 2 different bars afterward hoping to "run into him". Luckily we didn't find him. I don't think that would've ended well for either of us.
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