Second Hand News

I've never been known as the one who gets all starry-eyed and panicky when I see a celebrity. At least, not until today.

I had just finished eating a nice, healthy, organic turkey sandwich on wheat bread for lunch. My makeup was wearing throughout the day and I was ready to go home. The problem was, I still had four more hours to go.

I decided to take a peak into my compact mirror to make sure I didn't have a piece of spinach stuck in my teeth or mustard smeared all over my face. As I gazed at my reflection the thought crossed my mind to put on some lip gloss. No, I thought, there's no one to impress. I'm too lazy to deal with it right now. So...up to the 3rd floor I went to turn in my expense report.

I rounded the corner when what did my wandering eyes appear...but a familiar face sitting directly across from me. As I looked closer, this was someone that I had not only recognized, this was someone I had been born and raised on, a legendary guitarist, a member of the band that helped get me through the angst of my teenage years...

the one and only...

Lindsey Buckingham.

I looked, he smiled. I smiled, then he smiled again. I kept on walking because my mouth opened but no words came out. After my heart skipped a beat, I went into panic attack mode. I couldn't breathe easy and my heart was racing. I might've even broke into a cold sweat.

Holy shite, Lindsey freakin' Buckingham.

I wanted to turn back and tell him all about how my parents raised me on Rumours... about how I used to dance in the back of my dad's old Datsun to his crazy guitar playing when I was just three years old... how I bought tickets to The Dance Tour the first day they went on sale... about how he was my old man crush, because he is so handsomely stunning... the list goes on.

But the only thing I could do was rearrange my route to where I did walk back by him, but I could utter no words. At that point, I couldn't even look his way. So, for a split second, as I walked in between the 60-inch plasma screen that he was watching, Lindsey's eyes were on me. And if that's all I can get, I'll take it. I'll be his second hand news.

Next time, you can guarantee I'm lathering on the lip gloss like there's no tomorrow.