As you may recall in my last post I was about to entertain the Vice President and his wife, Dr. Biden, for an evening at the theatre. Let me share with you my evening.
I was gearing up all day to meet the Biden's. I met with the Secret Service to go over the entire building and choreograph their entrances, exits, and emergencies escape pods. (Ok well they didn't have those but they might as well have)! Anyway, they leave and I go back to the office to round out my day before heading back to the theatre to meet them again at 6:15.
Ok, I need to interject for a second. I began writing this post over a week ago and then failed to finish it...so I'm going to do so now and then proceed to post another entry because there have been developments in my celibacy streak...more to come.
Alright, back to the Biden's. So I head back to the theatre to meet the Secret Service Agent...who, by the way, was hot! We go over the plan again and I have been tasked with closing the loading dock door once the Biden's were in. After which I was to enter the theatre and await to be introduced before taking them to their seats.
I had one job to do. ONE job....and I fucked it up.
Apparently there isn't just one open/close panel but two. The one I saw was inside the loading dock next to the door. So I'm thinking "I'll press the close button, the door will come down and all will be right with the world." The car pulls up with the motorcade and the parks in the loading dock. I get the signal from the hot SS agent and push the button. The button I have just pushed activated the metal door above my head, not the one to the outside. I quickly press stop and frantically look at the SS agent who's telling me its inside and half yelling/watching over the VP and Dr. Biden. I begin to freak out, quickly look around inside for another panel to close the loading dock door and eventually find it hidden behind the propped door.
Needless to say, matters of national security should not be placed in my hands. Ever. Again.
To wrap up, I meet the Biden's (super nice) and take them to their seats. After the show I escorted them backstage to meet with my bosses for a photo op and Helen Mirren and Dominic Cooper were waiting backstage as well. I was pleasantly taken aback and standing amidst all of these people. It was quite a surreal moment but amazing. To top it all off I also met Amanda Seyfried who happened to fly in to see Dominic. Yes, folks, they are dating.
It was funny...she was dressed all in black and I thought she was just another backstage crew person approaching the Vice Pres with Dominic. I was about to be like "back the fuck off bitch" when the VP's assistant turns and asks me if that was the girl from Mama Mia. I did a double take and was like Oh Em Gee. It is. She came over to stand next to me while photos were being taken. I shook her hand and we had a pleasant conversation about her visit to the white house earlier that day. I wanted to ask her if she had any upcoming projects we can look forward too, say something like "Jennifer's Body 2: The Angry Vagina?" but I refrained.
So that's my story about how I met the VP and almost caused a national security crisis :)