I have a million things I need to write, so I'm going to strive to overachieve for a little bit. On Saturday, though, there was no overachieving. My mission was to exist, so that's what I was doing.
I was standing with a group of Awesome Internet People just outside the expo hall at BlogHer when a tiny little blond woman walked by.
"That's Katie Couric," someone said.
"No it's not," someone replied.
"Oh, yes," another person chimed in. "That IS Katie Couric."
As the tiny little blond woman walked briskly to the Walgreen's booth and began to shake hands, I spoke up. "Let's go stalk The Katie Couric."
I should mention that I'm not a celebrity chaser. I SWEAR I'M NOT. I just ... well ... they're just people, you guys. They poop, too. The extent of my celebrity care is that I tried for about 10 minutes to figure out which supermodel I shared an elevator with on Saturday evening, but I didn't figure it out and I consider those 10 minutes wasted.
(If anybody knows, just say the word. It wasn't Turlington. I for sure recongized her when I spotted her earlier in the day.)
And yet, it seemed like the perfect time to pretend to be a celebrity chaser. So, together the little group of Awesome Internet People walked over to The Katie Couric and started trying to figure out just how far we were willing to take the dorktitude that is stalking a celebrity.
I pulled out my camera. I take photos of every frog and oddly shaped rock I see, so OF COURSE I DID.
Initially we were the only ones who realized that The Katie Couric was standing there in the middle of the Expo Hall with one very annoyed looking security guard to keep us commoners at bay. Which, um, AWKWARD. We needed a crowd to help blend our dorktitude.
Eventually a crowd began to gather, so we gained a little courage. There's a photo floating around on Instagram of me being a TOTAL and complete dork while The Katie Couric photobombs me. I probably could have gotten a good photo of her face or even spoke to her, but I didn't because I got distracted.
You guys. YOU GUYS. The Katie Couric was balanced atop the craziest shoes I've ever seen.
Let's pretend it's not at all strange that I have a photo of The Katie Couric's toes, mmkay? Focus on the shoes instead, please.
Those heels were EASILY four inches tall.
The leather was super shiny like patent leather, but obviously in a nude color. Red lined the bottom of the shoe and you could see it as she gracefully balanced atop those enormous heels.
Personally I think the shoes are hideous, but others I was with thought they were fabulous. Regardless, I just told the internet that I stalked The Katie Couric and the only thing I have to show for it is a photo of her shoes.
Wrap your arms around THAT level of dorktitude.