I don't usually get into stalker-mode when I spot a celebrity. But folks, I love me some Melinda Doolittle from American Idol. I burned up the phone lines for her. She is one of my favorite all-time contestants. So, you can imagine when she walked into P.F. Changs last night in Franklin I was a bit starstruck.
She was standing right in front of me as I sat there with my little pager thingy and I couldn't say a word.
To be honest, I know how celebrities must get tired of the "aren't you....." or "oh, I love your music...." comments from strangers. I am sure she just wanted to be there with whoever the guy was that she was with...and just eat dinner. So, I kept my mouth shut. But...I watched her like a hawk. So much for being conspicuous.
So, when the hostess seated them two tables over, I almost couldn't concentrate on my Kung Pao shrimp I was so busy staring at the back of her head. As we were getting ready to pack up to leave, I couldn't stand it anymore. I took a scrap piece of paper and scribbled "My Momma Voted For You a Bazillion Times" with a big smiley face under it.
My eldest child. The things I ask him to do. Poor kid.
I gave him explicit instructions on which lady she was. He was to walk up, hand her the piece of paper and then smile and walk away. That's it. And, for his troubles, I would reinstate the dollar bill that he had lost due to an unfortunate incident of misbehvior earlier in the evening. All is good, right?
Except that as I watched him heading over to the table BESIDE hers and hand the note to a woman decked out in tight jeans and spiky purple heels, I was mortified. He turned away, proud of the role he played in my grand scheme, and we walked out of the restaurant.
I'm sure she'll wonder why that cute kid's Momma voted for her a bazillion times. I guess it'll always be our little secret.