What I Did Say to Donny Osmond

By now you may be thinking to yourself, "What, she just goes out and sees celebrities all the time?"

And you may be right.

Saturday, while at lunch at Malawi's, out of the corner of my eye I saw someone walking past our booth toward the register.

Immediately, I hissed, "YOUGUYS," and gave a brief nod to the area behind me.

Wendy saw it and said, "Lisa. Look." Shannon looked over, too.

"Is that . . . ?"

"Yep." I got up to refill my drink and thought, 'I should say something to him. Perhaps an obscure B98.7 reference.' Yes, that would do.

(You know, because that's what he's known for.)

At precisely the time I walked back to my booth, my path crossed with Donny's. "Oh, hey," I said, gaining his attention, "it's the guy from the radio." He smiled as he was being escorted by an eager devotee to a table filled with enthusiastic lady fans.

I sat down and Wendy mused, "It's because of YOU! That's why we saw him! You're learning your lesson after Ty Burrell."

She was right. I mean, in my mind. Yes, The Universe was apologizing for my non-encounter with Ty Burrell, and so The Universe brought me: Donny Osmond.

I watched as he finished with the near-hysterical-but-totally-keeping-it-cool ladies, and could see that he was on his way out. I watched his face until his eyes met mine. "Hi, would you mind if we just took a quick picture, Sir?"

I called him SIR. What the.

"Sure, no problem," he smiled.

As I stood and Wendy readied her camera-phone, I whispered, "Thank you so much, you're really great. My name is Jenny, and I'm happy to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, Jenny."

*click*

"Thank you, Ladies. Have a nice day."

"No, thank YOU."




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