Vancouver Day 1: Leave it to the Pros + Taylor Supposedly Smells Heavenly

Day 1

Don't Bring Your Husband Set-Stalking
How I Suck at Set-Stalking
Don't Try This at Home
How to Get a Muffin Top in 24 Hours

Yesterday, between meals with the inlaws, I somehow found myself suddenly *free* for 2 hours. Instead of working, what do I do? I decide to try my hand at set-stalking. However, I'm sorry to report that my first day was a fail, and I only managed to accomplish two things: 1) Met other TwiStalkers, and 2) made my husband (a.k.a. Mr. TwiCrack Addict) mad at me.

Mr. TCA was surprisingly game to indulge his wife's 'hobby' (Don't think I won't be re-paying him big-time somehow...I'm just scared to find out how), so we jumped in the car with a GPS and were good to go. First stop? David Thompson Secondary (a.k.a. New Forks High), where Plastic Edward and I run into two other happy sets of TwiStalkers within our first 5 minutes of arriving. Fun! :-)
Next, we find ourselves in the same 'hood as Maggie and Latrina, the lucky ladies from Minnesota who met KStew in a bathroom the other day, and we pop by to say hi. These ladies are *professionals*; they've been in town only for a few days yet have managed to meet both Kristen AND Taylor Lautner.

(Maggie with You-Know-Who)

Maggie wrote:

He was very sweet. He said "HI, I'm Taylor what's your name?" hand shake *shiver down spine*
"Maggie, we met in Minneapolis."
"Minneapolis?!"
"yeah at the Hot Topic tour."
"Oh, at the signing?"
"Yep!"
Daddy Lautner; " you didnt fly in from Mineapolis did you??"
"Umm, yeah i did actually."
Both; "wow" under breath

"would you mind if i took a picture with you?"
"sure, no problem"
"Is it gonna freak you out if i pll out my GIANT camera?"
laughs "no"
he squeezes in next to me, puts his hand on my lower back, which i copy, mmm sculpted back.
I say thank you, and give him a sideways hug while slyly inhaling his heavenly scent.
it was grand. I said a bunch more about how sweet he is but i dont remember all my blatherngs. Apparantly my brain shuts down when i meet famous people.

Maggie and Latrina offer to guide us around in the few moments I have before I turn into a pumpkin and have to go visit inlaws. Mr. TCA and I tail their car for no more than 5 minutes when the girls spy the same trailers they saw at another New Moon set parked on the side of the road in front of a [dude-oriented location] that seems to fit perfectly with what we know about the Saga. We stealthily park at an adjacent parking lot, and speculate as to what may be going on at [dude-oriented location], when I have the brilliant idea of using my Dude as an excuse to visit the [dude-oriented location].

Mr. TCA and I go into the [dude-oriented location] to pretend to browse, and see...NOTHING. By now, Mr. TCA thinks I am *nuts* and lets me know it on our walk of shame back to the car ("How is it that you have all these graduate degrees yet here you are trying to find Edward Cullen?" etc, etc, etc.). And I start to think I'm nuts too. After all, I'm a grown woman walking around with Plastic Edward in my purse.

So, I sheepishly say g'bye to the lovely Maggie and Latrina (*sniff*), and head home, only to live vicariously through their adventures.

Lesson of Day 1? Leave it up to the professionals. And don't bring your husband set-stalking.

The end. (Or is it? It's not over yet! 7 more days to go. hehe)

P.S. Did you know that the food in Vancouver is *amazing*? I can't stop eating.