The first morning at the hotel I popped outside before 7 a.m. and Nick was sitting on the retaining wall reading his phone and I didn't approach him, because I don't like being interrupted. For all I know, Nicholas could be a great occultist who finances the "Great Work" by acting.
When the first day of the con was over, I saw him in the lobby where he opened the door for a guest and insisted the valet also enter and Nick followed them. It is moments like this where the world weary and cynical mind wonders whether this act was genuine courtesy. Because I have no standard to value this incident, I must rely on what I witnessed and conclude that courtesy was the motivation. (Although I would have been amused if the valet insisted that Nick enter first and there was a stand off in the lobby for several minutes until one relented, it was not to be.)
Later that night, I was waiting for an elevator and he spoke to me. As I stated, I never considered myself to be in awe of celebrities, but when I was unable to respond to him (I don't remember what he said, I assume it was a greeting ) the awkwardness was palpable- the ironic situation of one who can prattle, babble and lecture on a myriad topics and, yet, this mind that has conquered occult mysteries, shuts down when confronted by a salutation. Fortunately, the elevator arrived and he was gone. Gentle Reader, this was not my finest moment and I will not relate my brief encounter with Sylvester McCoy.
I have followed Warren Buffett for a quarter century and I always believed that I would have enjoyed meeting him, if only briefly, at the Berkshire annual meeting. Unfortunately, my behavior regarding Nicholas Brendon has betrayed my supposed indifference towards celebrities and I now hope that I never meet Mr. Buffett or Bon Jovi or...
Nicholas Brendon's Twitter account is here.
Sylvester McCoy's official homepage is here.