Catholic in Film School

I met him, and I still haven’t lived the embarrassment down.

You know when you do something so stupid you can’t even believe you did it yourself? Well hold on to your rosaries for this story…

So last Friday the 9th was Bacclaureate Mass, the annual final mass of the year for the graduating seniors. It was little hectic back in the sacristy and we had a few minor vestment issues in the vestry, but the mass went relatively smoothly. After mass, the school always hosts this super awesome after party, and this year we had a red carpet!

Being that I’m a sacristan I was supposed to stay after and help clean up, but I had been up since 8 that morning preparing for the mass and hence was STARVING. Two of my fellow sacristans and I decided to sneak away for about a half an hour to get some food and then go back to finish cleaning. But it was one of those nights, and the next thing I knew I was on the dance floor with an ice cream cone and a glow stick fashioned around my head princess style.

Now I don’t know if I was just delirious from the lack of sleep from finals week, or if I was just tipsy from consuming two chalices full of consecrated blood that was left over from mass, (probably a bit of both), but I swear when I looked out of the corner of my eye I saw Kurt Russell getting down on the dance floor about a foot away from me with some hot blonde chick who was not Goldie Hawn. (Scandal!)

I confirmed his identity with my two cohorts, and after about fifteen minutes of “Should we go over there? No, we shouldn’t bother him. Okay let’s go–no! No let’s leave him alone” we decided to go say hi. Now we didn’t actually say “hi Kurt Russell” but one of my partners in crime complimented our new friend on his role in “Sky High.” (I know…I know….) He smiled very politely and then took pictures with us.

I totally walked away happy as a clam because I had just met “Kurt Russell.” *sigh*

So after we went back to the chapel and everything had been cleaned, I started talking about how I met “Kurt Russell.” My head sacristan was like, “Rebecca, you mean Jeff Bridges?” and I was like “umm no” and we continued the fight until about 1 in the morning. I was completely sure of my celebrity sighting’s identity, but when I got back into my room I went on IMDB just to make sure…..and indeed I had met Jeff Bridges, not Kurt Russell, and the “hot blonde chick” was his daughter who had just graduated.

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! I CAN’T BELIEVE I DID SOMETHING SO STUPID!!!!)

But in my defense, Goldie Hawn occasionally drops by our film school, so my assumption that he was Kurt Russell was not completely out of left field. Plus, they do kind of look alike….right? Please tell me I’m right…its been three days and I’m still traumatized…

But I will say this: Jeff Bridges is a very nice man, even when some obscure film student thinks he’s Kurt Russell.

Pax Christi, Rebecca.

PS: And if you don’t know who Jeff Bridges is, check out “Iron Man.” (Yeah I know what you’re thinking, that’s how A-list he is. Goodness gracious I need to brush up on my celebrities so this will never happen again!)