Conversation with Richard Hatch

So.

I'm tired. I'm a little drunk and a whole lot more blechy in my stomach, because we've been drinking (fine) but I tried to eat sweets on top of alcohol (not fine. When will I learn?).

Heidi insisted I take the dessert home to my hotel. I'm just concentrating on getting the hell back to my room.

I walk in the entrance of the hotel and who is there but Richard Hatch and his entourage. He says, "Hey, what did you bring me?" and I said, "Espresso creme brulee. Want it?"

We then proceed to converse about the fact that I'm really not going to eat it, I don't have a fridge in the room, and seriously if he wants it, dude, I'll happily give it to him. He says to keep it for later when I want it. "I don't have a fridge in the room."

"You have an ice bucket, right?"

"Ooh. Good point. You are smart (SMRT!)"

We then proceed to talk about college programs (Minnesota for him, Ohio for me) until his limo arrives and they all leave.

Comic-Con, man. Weird.