I MET LANCE
Ok so I thought I met Lance....or someone I may have thought was Lance....or a guy who is possibly or remotely resembled Lance....but at the time I would have sworn it was him.
It was a late night party and I was hanging out with friends. We were eating, drinking and enjoying a fabulous evening. Suddenly, for some unknown reason, the spirit moved me to start acting as if I was hairdresser (which I am not and never was...hmmm). I don't know if it was the beer. I don't know if it was the food. Nor do I know for sure that it wasn't the dessert BUT I do know that out of nowhere I saw Lance Armstrong.
He walked into the room where I was doing hair (once again, why?) and he looked at me and said "Hello, you must be Susan, one of the Women Who Ride." Of course I was very nervous and totally freaking out. All I could say was "Can I take a picture with you and get your autograph?" He happily agreed, we snapped a shot and then I promptly fainted. When I woke up he was gone and this picture was on my phone.
I'm a little embarrassed to share this story because to this day I'm not sure if I really saw Lance or the ghost of Lance. Who knows, maybe it was all just a figment of my imagination. After all, I have been a little loopy lately...but what if it really saw him? How cool would that be?
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You should have worn a nice pair of Havik's instead of the beer goggles ;P - Danielle (maybe it was Lance's Dad)?
Posted by: Danielle | Mar 9, 2009 3:44:53 PM