For Bev and Other Inquiring Minds

Yes, I have met Matty. The second month I was in Dallas. Me and Way Back When We Were Friend went out to very ultra-exclusive club. I call her Way Back When We Were Friend, because she is one of those friends that you have for only a certain amount of time and then they just disappear never to return a phone call, reply to an e-mail, or mention again. That's so sad. Sadder, that I think this is my last memory of her...oh, well but I have heard she is doing well*.
You have to be a member to get into the club. It's all so pretentious because if you wait outside long enough or know the secret handshake, you can get in. If you are like me and am a semi-pro stalker; you email the door keeper, get your name on the list, and the doors magically open for you when you whisper your name to the keymaster at the front door. Then if you are Mr. McCounaghey, I'm sure all you do is show up and they let you in.
So me and my friend get into the club. I'm so high on the fact that we get in because now I am with the ultra-hip and cool creme de la creme of Dallas. This certain club is very dark inside, it's only lit by candles and few very very dimmed lights. It's also hot as hell and packed like sardines. She and I make it to the bar. $12 for an appletini---WTF? I so paid for it because that's what the ultra-hip do, right. hold $12 drinks in their hands while wearing GAP jeans and a $10 Target tee shirt. Uhm hmm, I was so posh.
As I turned around with both our drinks in our hands, my right arm was knocked and the drink spilled onto my Target tee shirt. I grimaced and looked at the culprit----Matthew McCounaghey!!
Holy F!
Way Back When We Were Friend quickly recognized him and pushed me aside to introduce herself to him and his Artsy friend. Matthew McCounaghey ignored her (how I twist the story but I believe it) and asked me if I was okay and if he could get me another drink. I said no, only a gulp spilled and I planned on giving that one to Way Back When We Were Friend. He said, "Well, I'm Matthew"
I said I knew that. Way Back When We Were Friend started chatting up his Artsy friend because Artsy lived in Dallas and I think she was hard up.
Soooo, I told Matthew I was Aisha Tyler. This worked a lot of times when I used to wear my contacts everywhere I went and also wore 4-inch heels because she is taller than tall and we look a lot a like---so I've been told. Plus, we are at ultra-hip club where apparently the celebs go to hang out.
He laughed at me. He laughed really hard.
"OK, but don't I look like her?" I said. He smiled out of politeness I guess because he didn't answer the question.
"Well, Aisha, you can call me Matty" I laughed, told him my real name, and shook his hand.
Way Back When We Were Friend got Artsy's number and they left us to go back to the VIP hiding area. Each time I passed him in the club after that moment, I mouthed "Matty" to him and he mouthed "Aisha" back to me.
That is the best celebrity run-in to happen to me, so you can see why Angie Harmon was nothing. That was the best. I cannot see myself topping that, unless, I meet Leah Remini because it will for sure go down if that happens.
*Way Back When We Were Friend hangs out with Artsy all the time. ALL the time. I'm not bitter just wish I had balls to ask Matty for his number. Then I am sure he and I would hang all the time, as well. Him, me, and Penelope.