The Comfy Corner

It's Christmas Eve and I'm home enjoying my last winter break ever (a scary thought). This woman, Carole, from my boy scout troop (yes, I'm an Eagle scout. I loved boy scouts for all the wrong reasons...joking, sort of) messages me on FB telling me that Gavin Creel was going to be in town and was playing bells at the church. Apparently, the Creels live in Asheville. Who knew that the man with a voice like melted butter who has been nominated for two Tony awards spent every Christmas in my hometown?! Not me. So, of course I decided to go to church for the first time in a long time. Perhaps I'll be smited for going to church with ulterior motives. But, for the record, God, I enjoyed the service. That, however, is not the miracle.

The miracle is that I was able to hold myself together really well around a celebrity (an attractive, gay celebrity at that)! If you follow my blogs, my celebrity interactions are always very awkward and usually end with me asking for a picture. I did NOT ask for a picture (though I did have my camera) and I kept my cool. We calmly chatted about the A.R.T. in Boston and I asked him if he'd come visit Emerson for a Q & A to which he said he would love to. He's a super cool guy. It was weird and sort of inspiring to meet an openly gay musical theatre person in my home town. I felt my worlds melting together in an odd way. I hope one day I'll be able to come back to visit Asheville in a similar fashion (as an out, confident, musical theatre celeb).

It's times like this that I feel like fate is really nudging me and saying, "Duh, this is what you are supposed to do! Are you CRAZY!?!? Go to NYC immediately!" And that is a feeling I wouldn't trade for the world.