I just found out that my astronaut hero, mustachioed Canadian and former commander of the International Space Station Chris Hadfield, will be speaking and signing books on November 11 at the Grove. So if I go this will officially turn into the Year Of Going Against My Very Nature of Shying Away From People I Admire For Fear Of Not Having Anything to Say and Possibly Bursting Into Tears and Just Sucking It Up and Doing It Because They've Inspired Me And I Should Tell Them So.
Do you think if I'm really charming and friendly (Fat chance. I'll be a mute.) he'll tell me the secret to stowing away on the next Russian space ship?
Step 1: Get to Russia
When I wrote about meeting Neil Gaiman, my sister-in-law Kylea sent me this clip, which illustrates my mental state exactly in similar situations:
I have faith I'll keep it together. Anyone want to join me? We can get ice cream at Carmela afterwards. It's the second best ice cream in LA and it's right across the street. Stories of space exploration AND chocolate nib ice cream? Yes.