Fifteen hours among airplanes, airports, luggage, customs, and finally I landed at Philadelphia. Exhausted, starving, trying to keep my eyes
opened. Two nights without sleeping. Happy, unbearably happy.
I am used to those long “journeys”. As a surgeon, staying night after night awake working and beginning the next day with a smile is not
something new. I am physically and psychologically prepared for that. But this time is diferent: I am not with a patient, I am with a dream.
And that makes my heart go BOOM! Yes, physically prepared. But emotionally? Let’s see...
That was not supposed to be a part of my vacations plan. I was supposed to spend a week in Orlando and a week in NYC. But my morbid
curiosity took me to some website some weeks before and I learned about that Comic Con some days before my arrival. Better than that, I learnt
about those Boondock Saints guys attending that Con. I GOTTA GO! When I’d have this oportunity again ? Surely not so soon. I’ll change my plans and
YES, I’ll go!
Fifteen hours among airplanes, airports, luggage, customs, hotels, taxi cabs, and finally arrived at the Pennsylvania Convention Center. Happy
even being on the line while awaiting the doors to be opened and – as a typical Brazilian one – making friends at the line! And at the other line, the
other one and one more... then, the last one – and let’s wait for the boys to come! I wasn’t even tired or hungry anymore – happiness really can feed
us and heal our aches in an unbelieveable way!
And then, Sean was there – someone on the line told him something and then the air was filled by his voice singing “
Viva Las Vegas”! Right,
Sabrina, don’t panic now! Yes, Sabrina, you ARE in panic!!! Your English sucks, you forgot everything you wanted to tell him, your hands are shaking!
WHERE IS MY SELF CONTROL NOW? I forgot it somewhere on the way, maybe left it in Brazil! The line goes fast, and at least I gotta stop shaking.
And then, time stopped. I was in front of him. Sean.
Outside I was trying to say a joke, saying some silly stuff, appearing to be the most Zen person in the world. But I was really, REALLY nervous. So
nervous that I forgot to introduce myself! LOL! When Sean asked me if we have met before I felt my face blushing and my cheeks were on fire! Well, I
introduced myself and told him how happy I was to be there after fifteen hours travelling from Brazil, and that I was really glad to meet him!
The ice was definitely broken.
I loved the way Sean smiled and recognized me as a Brazilian Twempirian! Suddenly I was so comfortable talking to him as if we knew each other
since kindergarten! My English still sucked, but I was so happy at that moment that my accent or grammar mistakes became irrelevant. Mr. President is
a warm, handsome, welcoming, sweet, gentle guy. And yes, he is HOTTER than on TV, for sure!
While we were talking, I delivered to him Jeh’s present and Jess’ letter. He loved them, for sure. His expression was completely sweet and again,
his smile was unforgettable. I wish the girls could have seen it! He thanked them all and started taking pictures... and twitted them! Yes, Sabrina,
this is happening to you! Sean Patrick Flanery just twitted some pics of us – Mr. President and his Brazilian Twempirian! The guy is just one surprise
after another! I couldn’t help smiling the whole time, completely hypnotized by the moment... and by his almost magical and certainly outstanding
presence!
Then, the autographs, a photo of us... two photos of us... three, if we count the one he twitted! The best hug in the world. Listen to his words while
telling me how he appreciated my efforts for being there... and the line stopped! LOL! Time to go, before the other fans decide to lynch me!!!
But that was not the end!!!!!!!
Next day (the last one) I was there again. The same line. The third night without sleeping (happiness has this effect – I was so
excited that I spent the whole night awake and trying to figure out if it was a dream or if it has really happened). Two hours in another line. More new
friends. And here he comes again!!!
The first great surprise: I said hi to him and he replied with a “Hello, Sabrina, my Brazilian Twempirian”! HE REMEMBERED MY NAME!!!! Among all
those girls he talked the day before, he remembered me!!! Right, Sabrina... DON’T CRY!!!
Well, on this second day I was in a “diplomatic mission”- I wanted to have an autographed photo for the Brazilian Twempirians. With the same
sweetness as always, he signed the photo for us... and twitted it – as he said: “I‘ll send some news from you for your friends. Can I tell them you’re
ok?” Sure you can, Sean! He asked me if the Brazilian Twempirians have a webpage or stuff like that, and I told him we had the Facebook page, but
we’re thinking of something bigger. He approved that, and told me he would be with us on FB’s Brazilian Twempirian page. And, of course, asked us
to tell him when we finally have our own page, so he can participate of it. That was the first seed of this blog!
Time to say goodbye. Another hug. Again he said thank you for all my journey. No, Sean... I have to say thank you! Thanks for being this amazing
person, awesome actor, this great example to be followed by all of us.
We will meet again, boy! That’s a promise!
I left the Convention Center, took a taxi cab and finally allowed myself to cry. Yes, Mr. Taxi Driver, I am ok. These tears are of pure joy!
And the lyrics of an old song just came into my mind:
“Now I've had the time of my life
No, I've never felt like this before
Yes I swear it's the truth
And I owe it all to you”
Fifteen hours among airplanes, airports, luggage, customs, hotels. taxi cabs. And I'd do it all over again! Oh, wait! I WILL do it again and again...
See you soon, Sean. Love you so much! And thanks for everything!
Sabrina (
@BinaPic)
