VW golf diaries

i saw "the motorcycle diaries" yesterday with "d." afterwards, there was a brief q&a with the actors, including the lovely gael garcia bernal. someone from the audience asked if the experience of making the movie and knowing the story of how the trip influenced che's political and personal development in turn, affected them in any way. gael answered that it gave him better clarity in the decisions he makes in his life. he went on to talk about globalization and how the structures of globalization do not take humanity into account. va va voom. he's lovely and he's down. woot woo!!!

after the session ended, i was originally content to just walk away and go home, but something hit me. i quickly tailed him into the theatre lobby and acted like a bell boy trying to return an attache case left by a "gentleman."

me: "sir? sir?" what the hell. why was i calling him, "sir?" i didn't want to seem too forward and act like we were buddy-buddy on a first name basis, but come on! "my name is (insert name), and i do media justice organizing and training..." after this, i forgot what the hell i said. i think i muttered something about the summit we're organizing, but i can't remember. i blocked it out.

gael: (looks at my colorful business card that i stick in his hand) wow! all right! thank you!

i gently grab his wrist and say thanks. his wrist? what was i doing? checking his pulse?

so, i suck at schmoozing. i wish i just had the sense to be more straightforward:

"my organization is always open to celebrity donors who are down for supporting organizing work."

but no. hindsight is always 20/20. isn't that the saying?

btw. the film was beautiful. it was much better than "cats." i'm going to see it again, and again, and again. (ok. maybe not that many times).