One of those moments happened yesterday when a friend put a link on my facebook wall leading to a recent interview with none other than Mr. Pascal. I screamed a bit. I swooned a lot. I scared my roommate by jumping out of my chair and slamming the door shut so no one else could hear the video.
Mr. Pascal just happens to be a very
Yesterday, when this new interview appeared on my wall, my mind did a little flip back in turn and I was thirteen again. Yes, I hung on to every word he said. Yes, I catalogued all the little details of the interview (those shoes were awesome). And, er, yes, I did happen to notice how beautiful those long eyelashes of his are. But that's not the point.
It's been over three years since I last saw him in concert and I'm very hopeful I'll see him in Memphis, a musical I know nothing about and hadn't a thought of seeing until I heard of his late October arrival to the scene. If it ever happens, I'll let you all know how it goes.
But for now, I'll have to revert back to my pre-teen mode when I'm in need of a hardcore fangirl fix. That or one of the several dvds that always satisfy a Pascalian craving.
Don't worry though, if you hear some high pitched screaming or giggles or possibly sobbing, just keep on walking by my door. Everything is fine.