Naomi and I decided to take the stairs down the six flights to the ground floor of the Grove parking garage, and as we rounded the corner to exit the garage we literally almost ran into about 15 very large intimidating security guards all huddled around an Escalade and a very short brunette sans lightning bolt scar. The problem with star encounters is that the only thing I want to do at that moment is not look like a moron, so I continue walking. Only later did I realize that the moronic part of that was that I didn't stop and ask for an autograph, or a picture, or just plain tackle the dude. By the time we ate at the Farmer's Market and got our tickets from will-call he'd made his way into the theater to the "black" carpet and the damn ushers were so anal that a fake bathroom line was formed just so they wouldn't tell the Harry Potter stalkers to go to their seats. I'm not afraid to admit that I may have been in that line for some amount of time.
But alas, I admitted defeat and went to my seat. About 10 minutes later Naomi came in and sat down and said, and I quote, "Draco Malfoy's on the carpet." Needless to say I maintained my cool until after Daniel Radcliffe did his intro for the movie, the cameras stopped flashing, and the lights went down, then Tom Felton walked up the stairs with his girlfriend and sat in the row behind me and I almost started crying. I think Kwanten may have just been outdone by two wizards and a horror movie.
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