I am incredibly awkward around comedians that I admire. When I met the CoC I felt like a big old ‘tard. I tried to tell Eugene Mirman that I saw him open for STELLA at The Troc back in 2002 and it went like this:
Me: I’m a big fan, uh, Eugene.
Mirman: Oh Thanks.
Me: I saw you, uh, um, when you opened for um, STELLA at the uh…
Mirman: Grape Street Pub?
Me: No…uh
Mirman: The TLA?
Me: Uhhhh, no…
Mirman: The Troc?
Me: Yeah! You were great.
Eugene then said something funny to break the tension. My interchange with Patton was a little better but only because it was somewhat rehearsed on my part.
That’s right: rehearsed.
When I met Mirk Birbiglia, I kept it very simple:
Me: Mike? Hi, my name is Don, I ‘m a big fan. Have a great show tonight.
Mike: Thank you.
And I quickly escaped to buy some sushi.
Luckily I was more profound with the KITH.
I don’t know what it is, but I get very tongue-tied around people I admire. I think i want to look cool to them and not be “just another fan” but of course, I come off like “just another weirdo fan that freaks them out.”
Top Tap: CC Insider
UPDATE: My buddy Meg over at I Hear You Like Stories has a similar story with different results.


May 13, 2008 at 9:59 am
My cousin was telling me this story while we met for Mothers Day dinner on Sunday. He was walking through Austin International Airport when he spotted Larry the Cable Guy. Not 100% sure that it was him (because apparently he’s quite muscular and “ripped” these days), my cousin walked up behind him and said in his best hillbilly voice (he’s black btw): “Anybody er’tell you, you look like dat Larry the Cable Guy?”
To which, a ripped and funny Larry responded in his best hillbilly voice: “Anybody er’tell you, you look like a rocket scientist?”
The only celebrity story I have was meeting Shaquile O’Neal in an elevator, by myself when I was about 16 years old. I couldn’t muster enough courage to say anything I just walked in, hit the floor I wanted and put my head down
May 13, 2008 at 4:19 pm
I am usually pretty decent at this stuff, but I was a quivering mess when I met Louis CK. He is my favorite comedian and the last guy on my list of must-see comedians, and I could barely speak up loud enough for him to hear.
But he smiled and responded about as well as I could expect. He actually looked interested to talk to me, not the usual dead-eyed smile that performers put on when talking to fans. Maybe that’s because I was a welcome break from the drunk guy who just kept yelling “Awesome Possum” at him over and over.