Today I hung out with Robert Pattinson.
And by hung out, I mean met.
And by met, I mean stood behind and tried not to barf all over his shoes.
I should probably back up a little bit.
Sunday morning we took the train down to London in preparation for Matt’s final face to face interview at the American Embassy. To say I was nervous would be a gross understatement as I cannot recall ever feeling so sick about anything in my entire life. I’ve even lost sleep over it, staying up until the wee hours of the morning mentally going over our case piece by piece, and that is really saying something as I don’t think I’ve ever lost a nights sleep over anything.
Which brings me back to Mr. Pattinson.
Everything I’d read online about the interview process stressed how important it was to get to the Embassy early, and so even though our appointment was scheduled for 9 am, we stepped into line at 7:20. Right behind one Cedric Diggory and his entourage. It took a frantic game of silent hand charades for Matt to point him out to me, even though I’d already asked him a question. Perhaps that speaks most clearly to where my head was at in that moment, as the only thing I really wondered about, after I finally recognized him, was what kind of visa he was after and if he’d filled everything out properly.
Oh! I almost forgot the most important thing! Matt’s visa was APPROVED!
USA here we come!