One minute in heaven with George Stroumboulopoulos

He called! He called! George Stroumboulopoulos actually called this morning to personally offer me tickets to his show! This is, like, the most exciting thing that’s happened to me since I won $50 in the lottery 14 years ago!

Here’s how it went down. The phone rang at 10:23 a.m. It was the receptionist. "Sarah? I have George on the line for you."

“Okay. Put him through,” I said, with a roll of my eyes. I assumed it was one of my friends playing a practical joke.

And then I heard the voice. That deep sexy gravelly voice. “Hey Sarah, it’s George.”

My stomach flipped, my heart stopped and my brain went into overdrive (be cool, don’t stutter, act naturally, speak slowly, don’t fawn, you’re not 13).

I think I said something sophisticated and eloquent like, “Hi!” And then he started firing off questions faster than Lance Armstrong on the backside of a steep mountain pass.

Strombo: “How’s your day going?”
Me: “Pretty good so far.”
Strombo: “What are you working on?”
Me: “Kyoto.”
Strombo: “Saving the world one tailpipe at a time?”
Me: “Something like that. So how are you doing? How are you liking Vancouver?”
Strombo: “I’m exhausted! I did morning television today. I HATE morning television.”
Me: “Ha, ha.”
Strombo: “So, I’m calling to offer you tickets to the show.”
Me: “Oh, awesome! Thank you. So, uh, how do I go about getting the tickets? Should I pick them up somewhere, or, uh…?”
Strombo: “Just email me. Just tell me the day you want tickets for. Do you have my cell number?”
Me: “Um…no.”
Strombo: (gives me his cell number)
Me: “Thanks.”
Strombo: “Okay cool. I’ll see you at the show.”
Me: “Looking forward to it.”
Strombo: “Bye.”
Me: “Bye.”

I hung up the phone and squealed like a teenage girl. I invited my friend Annelle to the live broadcast and emailed George with the details. We’re going to the taping on Thursday because it’s the last show in Vancouver, which means there might be a wrap party I can wrangle an invitation to (pretty smart, eh?). Or maybe he’ll invite me to have a drink with him in his hotel room, er, I mean at the bar.

So I have two days to figure out what to wear. Heels or sneakers? Sexy or casual? I also need to come up with a good question so I can stand up and say something when George takes questions from the audience. Help!