The Cat's Out of the Bag

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And flove on the chiri_chan who is wonderful and patient.

*screams* *falls over*

I'm officially dead. My fannish glee can take no more. I am going to accomplish the Smallville equivalent of meeting John Glover or Sam Jones III (for me). Or the X-Files equivalent of meeting Tom Braidwood.

I get to meet two NASCAR drivers. Mikey. And Jamie. The Redneck Geeks. I am all asquee. There is literal shaking (although that may be more due to the fact that it's chilly, I'm wearing a thin shirt, and I've been drinking a Biggie Coke).

And I get to see plum_evil meet them. I anticipate much hilarity at Kathe meeting Jamie. I promise to get plenty of pictures of her molesting him. *G*

And for those of you who wonder WHY a person should get all asquee over NASCAR drivers, let's put it this way. NASCAR is a "macho" sport. There's speed and violence and it's just a giant orgasm. In this macho sport, the guys aim to be cool. I say aim, because not all succeed. But not Mikey and not Jamie. Jamie is just happy to race and tends to giggle geekishly when interviewed. Mikey just enjoys life and has fun. He's the NASCAR class clown.

Jamie does karaoke

*begging*

You know you want to. Go on everybody, let's all band together.

Go. Comment. We *have* to convince queenofalostart to try out for America's Next Top Model.

There is so much about this that is right.