Look closely, and maybe you can see traces of his fame clinging to me.
This is my hand before we shook (note the retarded pinky):
And this is it after. I can sort of see a difference:
Truthfully, I don't really care about having met Mario (other than the fact that he was a pleasant and nice guy). I just wonder if this means he'll use my name when I answer the phone. Now THAT would be something to blog about.
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