Magnet #150 - Thorsten KayeOk, ok, it's a miniseries, I can't help it. I think there's only one left after this one.
Yeah, George Clooney knows by now that I'll always come home to him, but my wandering eye, has forced me to wander to places and people that I would never have thought I'd go.
Case in point: Thorsten Kaye, from the ABC soap operas, All My Children, One Life to Live and Port Charles. And the film Shark Attack 2. (Yes, there was a second one. And a third, if you want to get technical. But that third one shouldn't count since John Barrowman swears he did that just for the money. Wait, you didn't know there was a first?)
So V thinks I'm a little nuts going to London to see David Tennant. Some might think I'm a little nuts because I already have my elevator conversation planned out for Josh Duhamel (it's to tell him that I've been to his hometown of Minot, North Dakota, but we thought it was pronounced Mineau...c'mon, he's sure to get a giggle out of that. Oh, shut it.)
But, to be honest, only Thorsten Kaye has lured me to actual soap fan events. I know! And not just one. Noooo, because that would be sane. I've now been to one AIDs fund-raiser, one pancreatic cancer fund-raiser, one studio taping event at ABC, and the piece de resistance, one SuperSoap Weekend at DisneyWorld. To be fair, I convinced friends to go to them too, so I'm not the only nutter in the bunch.
And, it's not like I want to meet the guy. Actually, it's not like I want to meet any of my boys. Oddly enough, I don't like knowing there's someone behind the tv or movie screen. I don't really want to know what these guys are like in real life, lest they let me down, and ya know, be human.
I guess it's a good thing that I haven't met any of them. You see, they serve alcohol at these fan events, which gives both the fans and the soap actors a chance to unwind and get stupid. Together. In the words of David Tennant driving around the Top Gear track - "That was baaaaddd!!!! That was baddddddd!"
So, Colin Egglesfield - you're definitely one guy that I'm not cheating with George on, but you were the last actor to pay for my fan event silliness. I'm sorry for drunkenly chastising you (read: yelling) for forcing your BFF from Chicago (read: the guy who works at a sister company of mine and technically a work colleague, since that's all we talked about - work) to come to the last charity bartending event and making him watch all the girls fawn over you (read: instead of him, cuz honestly, in a drunken haze, he was a bit cuter than you).
See? David Tennant was right. That was bad. Having a bit of a shouting match with a soap star is bad. Though, I suppose it could have been worse. I could have been a drunken cocktail waitress from Vegas who ended up going home with George Clooney.
No. Wait. Damn.
4 comments:
O.M.G. It's the cool-super-cool photo of TK in shades!!!!1!!!111!! It's almost as sweet as the one where he's looking skyward with the little boy look on his face! I just DIeD!!11!
Take that, Wee Doctor.
Yeah. It's my favorite shot that we took with a paparazzi camera at SSW. My second favorite being the one where an embarrassed TK is holding his head in his hands while Kamar de los Reyes is putting on a salsa show for the ladies.
I'm wondering who would win in a contest between my four boyfriends...plus the ones I haven't even mentioned due to lack of magnets.
My guess is:
George > Josh Duhamel
George > David Tennant
George > Thorsten Kaye
So far, George is > than everyone. Which is why the rest are just flings. Heh.
Your competition between your four guys made me remember... There was an article about a year ago in the SF Chronicle about Old Guys Kicking Ass. It was probably the greatest piece of journalism I'd ever read.
This 25 year old male columnist at the Chronicle wrote a full page article about how today's generation of 20- and 30-somethings are complete pansies compared to today's 50 year olds. He asked you to look around your office and set up mental throw-downs between the Express-Men-wearing, gel-haired, Abercrombie-cologned cutie to your left and the 50 year old who knows how to fix a car, install home shelving, and grew up in a time where men were MEN. Who's going to win? The author freely admitted the 55 year old in the cubicle next to him could kick his butt any day of the week. To further illustrate his point, he asked his reader to imagine a team cage match pitting Sylvester Stallone, Bruce Willis, and Samuel L Jackson against Orlando Bloom, Zac Efron, and Chad Michael Murray.
George is my vote in any of your match ups, too, even though he's not quite 50. :-)
Oooh, GG, that sounds like a great article. I just went to look for it, but to no avail.
And, it's true. I would pit any of our older guys against our little A&F boys here at work...and the young'uns would be crying home to their mothers. Literally.
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