Knock Knock Knock...

I wrote this whole elaborate post about how I went to a taping of "The Big Bang Theory." However, I have no proof that any of it actually happened, so I thought I'd just go with a bunch of hypothetical statements to keep you in the dark as to the truthful events of that glorious evening.

I may or may not have gotten to go in before everyone else.
I may or may not have seen Sheldon's "dopplar effect" costume hanging from the back of the Walowitz's bedroom set.
I may or may not have been told by a very nice woman that our seats were in the front row, mine being about 25 feet from THE couch.
I may or may not have been seated directly in between the guests of Bill Prady and Chuck Lorre (CBS God), one of whom may have been Claudia Schiffer.
I may or may not have been about 5 feet from each member of that brilliant cast at one point or another.
I may or may not have gotten cold pizza for dinner.
It may or may not have been one of the most epic nights of my life.
All of these statements may or may not be true.

And since then things have been somewhat calm, and by somewhat I mean we moved the entire editorial contents of the bungalow to Hollywood. While it was stressful at the time I now reside in a much bigger office and my "desk" is no longer the couch. And these people were brilliant enough to install a soda fountain downstairs.

The director, his translator, and his assistant have been coming in daily to work with Sean on the movie and I have mastered the art of ordering/picking up/double checking a lunch order for 6 people.

Our trailer came out on youtube yesterday. I, of course, have told everyone I know either via Facebook or text, including my uncle in Wisconsin. It made this whole thing way more real. So real in fact that we're going to the press screening of "Woman in Black" tomorrow night to see if the trailer will be attached. I am excited 1) I love Harry Potter, 2) I was going to see it anyway, 3) now I get to see it for free at the Grove and pray for the miracle that would be a Daniel Radcliffe sighting. Here's hoping.

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.