Anyway, we got all dolled up and the moment had finally arrived for us to join the red carpet parade. That year the famous folk walked about 3/4 of the carpet alone, but for the last 1/4 the commoners in the bad seats (that was us), got to join in.
The second I stepped out onto the red carpet camera flashes started exploding and a wall of photographers looking straight at ME started screaming “Terry! Terry!! Over here, Terry!!!” I stood frozen in my tracks. I’d definitely dreamed of this moment, but it couldn’t actually be happening for me, right? While I stood puzzling the cameras kept right on exploding in front of my face as the photographers bombarded me with frantic shouts of “TERRY!!!!”. I was seconds from going along and flipping my paralyzed lips upside down into a cautious smile... maybe even throw in a semi regal wave when Teri Hatcher stepped around from behind me. They were screaming “Teri” not “Terry”. Oh, well. But later that night, in the restroom, I did feel pretty celebrity-ish. I was standing at the urinals in a row of famous Kevins...Kevin Nealon, Kevin James--and there I was, just one pee of separation from Kevin Bacon!