My friends k now me so well.  Within a few hours of the news Monday that Tina Fey was at Walt Disney World, I had no less than 10 people ask me why I didn’t drive down and immediately search her out.

Tina Fey and Snow white pose outside the German pavilion at Walt Disney World’s Epcot. Photo: Disney Parks Blog

The answer is simple…I’m an idiot.

Think about it – you see your idol in a crowded theme park with your family…and what do you do?

I’d like to think I’d be cool and say something ultra-profound where she would then invite me to drinks with her and her husband and we would become best friends forever.  But in reality it would probably be verbal diarrhea.  Something like:

• So what have you had to eat today here at Disney World?
• So where are you staying? (And I would totally come off like a stalker when in fact just wanted to ask and talk about how nice her resort is, since I know them all….)
• Can you hire me as your social media person? I will make you love twitter.
• I’m from Chicago you know – I’m pretty sure I saw you in Second City when I was in high school.
• You’re so fetch.
• Is the Mean Girls Musical happening…and if so…can I be an extra or something?
• Are you and Amy Poehler really best friends and if so…can I just hang out with you two one night…for even like 20 minutes? I’ll buy the drinks!
• You’re hair is so pretty.
• The Sims are mentioned quite often in 30 Rock – do you play? Cause I’m addicted.
• Or go the mom route and ask about two kids?

And so on. I’ve also realized that I’m ONE PERSON away from Tina Fey.  And that is scary exciting.  Now, if I can just get him to give me a heads up next time… (hint…hint)

Thoughts? Advice? What would you ask??

The other reason why I didn’t literally just head out of my office to Walt Disney World…I like the mystery.  I like the goal.  If I met her and hit it off and kept the girl crush alive…then what?  I mean, I’ve already met my other idol,  Patrick Dempsey.   And yes, I was a bumbling fool in the interview. Here’s the interview – including the broll of me acting like a tool.