sonnet394tobrandon:

tutti-fuckin-fruitti:

So… New York was awesome. Seminar was hilarious and afterwards when I waited to meet the cast, I thought I might faint. Jerry O’Connell was super nice, and so was Hamish Linklater. Lily Rabe was cool, but Hettienne Park was kinda… stand off-ish

Anywho, when Alan came out I started to tear up. And Rima sort made a beeline away from the crowd, she was so cute! Got pictures with everyone except Hettienne. When Alan finally came over, I handed him my painting and asked if he would sign it. (The top picture is when we were talking.)

“I don’t think I can.. but it’s very good. And you should be the only one to sign your art.”

He was super sweet and let me shake his hand for 20 mins while I rambled about coming from Texas to see his play and him being my favorite actor and it being my birthday. He asked for my name and signed my playbill. Surprisingly, he didn’t jerk away like I was a leper or call security, just smiled and let me talk whilst shaking his hand.

OMFG fapodifjpaosdhfgapdfjadsnasdfhaeuhs  BEST FUCKING PART. A lot of people brought gifts for Alan’s birthday (Jerry got us to sing happy birthday when Alan came out). Alan kept handing all the cards and gifts to his security guard. But when I gave him the card I made, after I showed him my portrait, I told him I had painted the card too. He smiled and stuck it in his jacket pocket.

I.FUCKING.DIED. As soon as he walked off, I started sobbing. Literally, I sobbed as we walked from the theatre to the hotel.

/pathetic rambling

It sounds as beautiful as a fairy tale. Alan must be very happy that night.

 I want to sing Happy Birthday to Alan too

(Source: taffeta-darling)