A couple of months ago, we heard the good (if not somewhat baffling) news that Peter Facinelli was going to grace our home base of New Jersey with his presence. I made a note of it (and the subsequent date change) then promptly forgot about it until a week or so ago when I started to write a post about it. As I checked out the details, I started getting psyched in that way that only all things Twilight and RPatts-y can get me psyched. You know, that feeling of "OME I haven't felt this excited about anything in forever!" that got most of us hooked on Twilight and RPatts in the first place? Yeah, that's the one...
Not only was he going to be signing autographs and taking pictures with fans to benefit Alex's Lemonade Stand, but he was also promoting a blood drive. And one lucky blood donor would win a VIP meet & greet- AND DINNER!!! - with PFach! All you had to do was enter a contest with a photo via Facebook and then have your picture get the most "likes." People, we had this contest in. the. bag.
Those of you who have been playing along with our silly bloggy games for a long time might remember the time that we came thisclose to winning lunch with Peter Facinelli (aka "The Night of the NYC New Moon Premiere Where We All Almost Stroked Out From Excitement"). But while Twitarded collectively raised and donated about three grand to Alex's Lemonade Stand back then, we ultimately got beat out by someone with deeper pockets. Needless to say, we were uber-excited to have a second chance, especially one which wouldn't require us to ask everyone to open the ol' purse-strings to make it happen. It was perfect!
And then it happened: a near-collision of my real-life - my work life! - and my Twitarded bloggy life - GAH! Trust me when I say that I would go to great lengths to keep this from happening. I mean, I would have totally let JJ bust some kneecaps ala The Sopranos if it had came down to it.
When we first found out that we would be having dinner with PFach (seriously, this contest was such a lock for us), we were ecstatic! Jenny Jerkface spent hours un-tagging Twitarded from all the porny crap that we're connected to on Facebook, and I started plotting the rest of the plans for the day. What would we ask him? What would we ask him to autograph?! How would Jennie Garth feel when he left her to come live some sort of sordid polygamous life with us???
Sadly, the whole plan crumbled mere moments after it had been hatched... As I was looking through the photographs of "the competition" on Facebook, I came across someone I recognized...someone I work with...someone who didn't know anything about the blog and was only vaguely aware - at most - that I maybe had a bit of a thing for Twilight. After 337 frantic phone calls back and forth between JJ and me, I was ready to out myself to this person, tell her sorry that she was going to lose the contest, and hope for the best. I WANTED this dinner. MINE.
But then I started looking at the comments attached to the contest entries... Everyone was being awful and snipey and mean and accusing the people who were winning of cheating (which they may have been, for all I know). And suddenly I realized that this would actually be my very first event where the audience would be largely comprised of Twilight's intended "young adult"/tweener audience. It wasn't going to be pretty. I imagined what would happen if - when! - these mean, snipey little people started tracking us back to the blog via the contest. The mall had already chimed in through their FB something to the effect of "Hey let's keep it clean- we're a family mall!" aaaaand yeah that was pretty much it for us. Things got so ugly that the person I work with actually dropped out of the contest - and she was a contender! But it wasn't meant to be...
I was pissed - we were so close!!! Did I mention that we were SO CLOSE?! fuck fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And then I got over it. It took a good solid week, but I got over it. And we'll still be at Quaker Bridge Mall this Saturday, March 5th, waiting in line to meet to meet Peter Facinelli. Join us if you are free (you can find details HERE)! I'll be the slightly-sulky one in a Twitarded shirt. I'll be trying my best not to have a temper tantrum; otherwise when I get up to the front I'll be bright purple, frothing at the mouth, and screeching "We HAD you!!! You were OURS!!!!" in a way that would make Kathy Bates in "Misery" look like she was just a friendly lass with a little crush who happened to be running a bed & breakfast for authors. I'm still looking forward to it, though. I have $40 for a picture and he'll still be autographing something of mine... What should I bring??? Twilight book? Twitarded tee??? Sparkle peen??? OK I don't own a sparkle peen... Leave your suggestions in the comments - and if you are in the area, let us know if we'll see you there!