Friday, April 07, 2006

I'm in luv

Mark this day on your calendars. April 7, 2006 is currently the bestest day ever! Let me explain why.

My day started at an ungodly hour. I had an early morning meeting to go to before work. After my meeting I went back home and had some down time before going to the office. I was looking forward to my assignment today. I was supposed to go to the Habitat for Humanity headquarters where they were going to surprise 25 families with the announcement that they were approved to get a Habitat home. These families are all Hurricane Katrina evacuees who have been hoping to settle in Houston and weren't sure if they were going to get approved for the housing. A nice, warm, squishy story. Totally feel-good Friday kind of piece where you get all teary-eyed just being there to see it happen.

So I was already feeling good when I walked into the building. I looked around to appraise the situation, make some mental notes about the room (podium up front, no mult box, bad acoustics etc...). Then I glanced over to where some TV cameramen were setting up and I saw him. There he was , just across the room, shining like a beacon of pure preciousness. The only other reporter in the room was ANDY CEROTA!

Now some people crush on George Clooney. I crush on Andy Cerota. Some people fantasy-date Josh Hartnett. I fantasy-date Andy Cerota. He is just the cutest ever! Can we say U.C.L.A.? I heart him!

We were the only reporters there. THE ONLY ONES! To fully understand the magnitude of this, I suppose I have to explain a little bit of journalism etiquette here. Usually TV reporters talk to TV reporters, radio reporters talk to radio reporters, cameramen talk to everyone and newspaper reporters talk to no one. Sometimes there's some cross-pollination, if you will, but usually that's the pattern. The exception to this is when there's a small number of reporters in the room. Then everyone bonds together and forms one big, happy family. Which means...you guessed it. Andy and I are now tight. We chatted, we laughed, we made jokes, we whispered little comments during the press conference, we engaged in non-verbal communication (i.e. the eyebrow lift, the sideways glance, the hidden half-smile).

Can I just say...he smelled really good. Yes, we were that close. Sigh.

7 comments:

Todd Richards said...

I think this story should be on your "private" blog...

Andy Cerota said...

Um, you were smelling me? And fantasy-date? This kind of freaks me out. Please don't start stalking me.

Marvin Zindler said...

No worries Andy, I'm on it...

Shanna said...

Okay, I was giving and loving when you stole my "my life is an acid bath" dialect. But now you have pilfered "I heart him." Hello, these are my lines! Get your own dang lines. And never compare Andy to my Josh again. :)

Anonymous said...

did you let him know that you are interested in him? ...i mean did you laugh at ALL his jokes, regardless of their comedy; always look him in the eye when he was speaking; and was there any touching his arm/shoulder when he said something 'witty'?

jess said...

Newly introduced to your blog, and LOVING it! Keep on writing. Here's hopin you and Andy live a long and happy life together.

Jen said...

So I just found your blog and read about Cuba. Little bit of reliving there... great stuff, just great. I'm glad you have a better memory than me cause I forgot the actual bus words. Totally cracked me up! And I get to go back in 47 days, I'm so freaking excited!... except I just remembered pork and arroz con gris. Yuck.