On Sunday night, when Preston and I were watching the Emmys (N.B. neither of us has ever watched the Emmys - this was purely to see NPH), as soon as he introduced himself, Preston turned to me and said, "Hi. I'm Neil." And I said (in all capital letters), "THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT HE SAID TO ME WHEN I MET HIM!!!!" And then I relived the thrill of that moment all over again. Sigh. And then last night, HIMYM premiered, and even though a) I had to watch it alone (tragically, Preston had Parents' Night at school), and b) I'm still not sold on the Barney-Robin storyline, it was a thoroughly enjoyable twenty-two minutes, and as soon as Barney and Robin walked away holding hands at the end of the episode, I thought (in all capital letters, again), "HOLY BUDDHA. I SHOOK THAT HAND! EEK!!!" Or, you know, something like that.
So behold, internet, a reminder that I once spoke and shook hands with the Golden Boy himself.
Exhibit A: my mediocre (but TOTALLY REAL) picture of NPH: 
Exhibit B: my crazy lady reaction to said meeting with NPH (similar reactions elicited on Sunday and Monday nights, during the Emmys and HIMYM): 
See, I like the Barney/Robin thing a lot (though my roommate Carmen is still not sold on it either), but I really really really didn't like Lily and co.'s "Let's Control Other People's Lives and Make Everyone Just Like Us" thing. The whole POINT of Barney/Robin is that they won't have a relationship anything like Lily and Marshall's or like Ted with, well, anyone. And making them conform to some sort of relationship timeline because you think it's "better for them" is so destructive and condescending. Yes, I realize I may be taking this too seriously. And yes, I am super super jealous of your NPH experience.
ReplyDeleteThis is hilarious... I'm kind of sad I don't have the "star struck" gene. It sounds fun ;)
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