After years of meeting and interviewing celebrities, you’d think I’d be used to it by now. For the most part, yes, but occasionally, you meet a celebrity who still leaves you starstruck.
I’ve already mentioned how I was literally lost for words just being in the same room as Meryl Streep, and it took everything I had to keep myself from screaming with Jake Gyllenhaal right in front of me…
Sometimes it’s the unexpected stars who leave you feeling giddy. I was so excited to be interviewing Elmo (yes, the puppet), that I forgot to hit “record” on my tape recorder. And while standing on the red carpet at the Australian MTV Video Music Awards a few years ago, it was Nick Giannopoulos who left me awestruck, even though Russell Crowe was standing just a few feet away. (My friend, Sylvia and I have this long-running Wog Boy joke, so to see Nick right in front of me, in all his glory, was like witnessing the second coming.)
Although I’ve clearly been left starstruck many, many times, there are four incidents that really stand out, and because of my tendency to go on and on… and on, I’ve decided to share them with you in four blog posts over the coming days (lucky you!)… So, without further adieu, may I present to you the ramblings of a starstruck crazy lady…
Ewan McGregor is one of my top 10 celebrity boyfriends. Heck, Ewan McGregor is in my top two! I can actually pinpoint the exact moment I fell in love with him while watching Moulin Rouge!. I’m pretty special like that.
When I met Ewan, I was a 20-year-old uni student. During a particularly boring lecture, I came across a competition in a magazine I had subtly tucked into my notebook: to walk the red carpet with Ewan McGregor at the Sydney premiere of his film, Down With Love. I decided to enter, and while hoping for the best, expected nothing.
A few weeks later, I received a life-changing phone call saying I’d won. All my dreams were going to come true! I was going to marry Ewan McGregor! We’d live in a fancy castle in Scotland! Okay, maybe not, but I did get to stay in a fancy hotel in the city with my mum, where a professional makeup artist came and did our makeup, before a limo picked us up and dropped us off on the red carpet.
Let me tell you, there’s nothing more nerve-wracking than walking down a red carpet with all the bright lights and everyone looking at you… After pulling up to hundreds of screaming fans (not mine – I’m assuming they thought/were hoping it was Ewan in the car), we stepped out to a disappointed cry of, “Ohhhh,” while people murmured, “Who is she?” The answer? No one. Absolutely no one. It was mortifying.
After the film, we were shuttled across to the after-party at the Sydney Opera House, which had been given a ’60s vibe to tie in with the movie.
Earlier in the evening, we’d discovered Mum knew one of the security guards from work, and as we gracefully gorged on hors d’oeuvres, he came over to ask if we wanted to meet Ewan. Um, HELL YES! While Mum politely declined – “I don’t want to disturb him…” – I was already gone!!
As I snaked my way through the crowd towards the VIP area, I saw a hand extend towards me through the throng of people. I took it, assuming it belonged to the security guard, who was leading the way. After being gently pulled into the VIP area, I came face-to-face with one Ewan McGregor – the hand belonged to him. I was holding Ewan McGregor’s hand! “Look, everyone! I’m Cinderella!” Okay, I didn’t say it, but I was thinking it…
My mouth dropped open and stayed that way, until my mum – who eventually came and joined us – told me in no uncertain terms, “For God’s sake, close your mouth. You look like a goldfish!” Yes, Ewan heard every word. (Cheers, Mum.)
A few things about Ewan McGregor – he’s super smart, charming and charismatic, and that Scottish accent…. Ohhh. When he talks to you, he leans in really close, making you wish you’d never eaten the hors d’oeuvres with all the onions. He also has really blue eyes. I found myself getting lost in those eyes.
After talking to him for what could have been an eternity (I’m not sure – I may have lost consciousness at some stage), Mum said, “Well, we’ll let you go…” Go where, Mum?! He’s not going anywhere! He’s in the VIP area and they’ve put a rope around him so he can’t escape! I was in it for the long haul.
We took photos with him (my photo is still framed and up on my wall) and then he gave us each a kiss goodbye. As his beard brushed against my cheek, I noticed how soft it was. Does he use unicorn conditioner?! I’ll never know. He smelt like a heavenly combination of aftershave and cigarettes. And I don’t even like smoking.
As we made our way out of the party, I saw Ewan glancing in our direction and gave him a little half-smile. It was a moment.
I later told Mum that it had been the happiest night of my whole life. “Not even my wedding day or the birth of my children will compare to this!” I told her, matter-of-factly. Apologies to my future husband and children, but I stand by this.