Adventures beyond the 4th Wall
May. 9th, 2013 03:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonI guess I could write about the awesome time I had at Write Club Terminus tonight and all the great pieces I was privileged to be an audience to... but instead, let me tell you about the very end of the night (real quick while I got you here).
Okay, so the last of us revelers had finally been kicked out of Mannies long after last call and we stumble across the street to Buddy's, collectively trying to flag a cab down for an inebriated damsel in distress, when we run into... the Doctor. No, seriously, this mother fucker had the whole Matt Smith routine nailed down flat - the outfit, the physique, the hair and even the accent. Poor guy must've been coming back from some sort of time-travel con or something and just trying to put a little gas in his car when we descended upon him in all our drunken geek glory to make him pose for impromptu snap shots off the phone. Now, for as long as I live, I will be convinced that the TARDIS made a pit stop in a parallel universe where the Doctor is only a sci-fi TV show character and he inexplicably had to deal with a bunch of lit geeks who wanted to pose with him at two something in the morning on a Wednesday night (Thursday morning) before rescuing us all from the latest Cyberman plot or what not.
And I was there for it. Yay!
Have I mentioned lately how much I love living in Terminus lately.
Okay, so the last of us revelers had finally been kicked out of Mannies long after last call and we stumble across the street to Buddy's, collectively trying to flag a cab down for an inebriated damsel in distress, when we run into... the Doctor. No, seriously, this mother fucker had the whole Matt Smith routine nailed down flat - the outfit, the physique, the hair and even the accent. Poor guy must've been coming back from some sort of time-travel con or something and just trying to put a little gas in his car when we descended upon him in all our drunken geek glory to make him pose for impromptu snap shots off the phone. Now, for as long as I live, I will be convinced that the TARDIS made a pit stop in a parallel universe where the Doctor is only a sci-fi TV show character and he inexplicably had to deal with a bunch of lit geeks who wanted to pose with him at two something in the morning on a Wednesday night (Thursday morning) before rescuing us all from the latest Cyberman plot or what not.
And I was there for it. Yay!
Have I mentioned lately how much I love living in Terminus lately.