i love joel mchale. love love love.last weekend i was supposed to see him perform in vegas, and i couldn't. don't ask...i can't even talk about it. BUT, you can read about it here on mindi's blog.
but, of course the journalist in me wanted to send my own correspondent, my aunt joellen who does not have a mom haircut. take it away, joellen:
Well let's just say that it was a little slice of heaven. He was SSOOOOOO nice. I am always so nervous that I would meet someone I enjoyed like Joel and he would be rude. He kept saying how he was so glad that we came, he asked us questions like he really cared. He was more than happy to sign the huge panties (see mindi's blog above for explanation) and then added Ryan! to the crotch.
He is really tall and pretty skinny.
As we embraced I could feel his bones a little, not that I wouldHis show was pretty good, personally I could listen to him for hours talking about his boys and his wife and in-laws. He had on some random outfit and I wished later that I would have asked "what is going on here?"
break him but maybe a good bruise.
He made a joke about being in Utah and making a George W joke and it went silent then one guy stood up and said "what did you just say". Then he got attacked my a Mormon mob, served his two years and he is all good. We held up our panties in line and said "Mormons for McHale" He asked if we were really Mormons and we said Yes and he said that we are really clean people after smelling the large panties.
well, there you have it, people. joel is real, and he is in fact just as fabulous as we all imagined.
1 comment:
i forgot the sniffing of the panties!!! that could be my most favoritest memory.....
you shoulda come, holly~~~ we missed you if it counts. (prob not at this stage)
mormons for mchale!
go joellen~
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