So close....

Now, I might make a lot of mistakes here, because I'm in a hurry, and I don't have my glasses on. So please forgive any typos. Thanks.

This past Sunday night was the premiere of The Man HImself's newest movie, "P.S. I Love You", with Hillary Swank, Jeffrey Dean Morgan and a list of great talent. The premiere was at Graumann's Theater in Hollywood, and a few of the girls I know from GB.Net were going to it.

One friend, specifically, somehow knows people and sent me an e-mail saying that at the afterparty (how was she going to the afterparty??), if she got close enough to The Man Himself, she would call me and hand him the phone. Cool, I said. Call no matter what time it is. I certainly wasn't expecting a call. I mean, it can't be that easy to get near the man, right?

So I'm lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, thinking "What if I DO get a call? What will I say? Would he really even speak to me?" Finally, I must have fallen into a restless sleep.

The cell phone was by my head on teh nightstand, and it rang at exactly 12:37 a.m. It rang twice, in fact. I wasn;t completely awake and I fumbled around looking for it with my hand. "Hello?" I said. Nothing from the other end. "Hello? I said again. But nothing. So I hung up and turned over to go back to sleep.

My husband was wide awake next to me. "Was that your friend?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, trying to get comfortable. I was so tired.

"Don't you think you shoudl call her back?" he asked.

"No," I said. "She'll call back if it's important." I didn't even open my eyes. I felt him move in the bed and then his hand was on my shoulder, shaking me.

"Ann, wake up. Come on, wake up. If you don't call her abck, you'll regret it!" WTF?? I jsut wanted to go back to sleep.

"Okay," I said finally and dialed her number. She picked up on the first ring. But she kept saying hello, she didn't hear me, and the line went dead. I called back again and the line went dead after one ring. I was awake most of the night after that.

Next day, I found out that she had dialed my number while she was with a group at the afterparty talking to Gerry, and she dialed my number and tried to hand him the phone, saying this call was for him, telling him I was on the other end. But she said he wasn;t listening and he just said ok, ok, ok. As she passed the phone to him, it fell on teh floor and closed, cutting me off. It fookin figures, doesn't it??

I won't bother going into why she didnt try to call me back, it really doesn;t matter. The fact is I was THIS CLOSE to hearing the man's voice on my phone, talking to me, and it just didn't happen.

I swear if I didnt have bad luck, I'd have none. LOL