We Stalked Dennis Miller’s Publicist, And Awesomeness Resulted.

Correction. Daisy didn’t stalk anyone, because she’s normal. I stalked Dennis Miller’s publicist, and you know what?

I REGRET NOTHING.

Let me back up a minute.

So, several weeks ago, way back in March, our producers hooked us up with a Dennis Miller interview, because Indianapolis was on Dennis’ list of tour dates, and it was an opportunity for him to plug his show. And Daisy and I agree – it was probably our most favorite interview we’ve ever done, and we’ve done a LOT of amazing interviews with a lot of amazing people.

If you missed hearing our chat with him back in March, no worries. It’s right here.

I mean, can you even stand how nice he was? And the monkey story, you guys. I LOVE A GOOD MONKEY STORY.

The very next day after we talked to Dennis, I bought third row tickets to his show for me and Mr. Mock, who was perfectly happy to go with me, but who also wasn’t nearly as excited about going as I was.  I get VERY VERY excited about things, whereas he just sort of agrees to do things and enjoys them like a normal person with a normal level of excitement.

Anyway, as you heard, Dennis sounded very sincere and genuine about coming on our show in person if his schedule allowed it, so as he directed, I contacted his publicist shortly after our chat with him, and inquired about having Dennis back on our show in person on or around his performance date (which was scheduled for May 18th). The response I got from the publicist (on March 20th) read as follows:

So I put a reminder in my calendar for May 1, and wrote back to him:

And then I waited. And got this a day or two later:

I responded:

This is about when I started plotting my super surprise for Daisy, who ADORES Dennis and has forever.  I hadn’t told her that I’d been stalking the publicist, because I figured if it didn’t work out, it didn’t work out, but if it DID?  And I could spring on her that we were going to meet Dennis in person?  It would be the most glorious surprise ever.

Publicist responded:

GAH.  More calendar notes to myself to follow up the following week.  And when the following week came, I sent this:

And then I waited.  And waited some more.  And then I couldn’t help myself, because I was feeling so stalkery.

His response came just a few hours later, but was relatively vague:

I tried to be patient, but only lasted two days before pestering him again:

And then?  THIS HAPPENED:

So at that point, I started freaking, because it was starting to sound like maybe there was a slight chance we’d get to meet him, and Daisy had told me earlier in the week that she’d made plans to travel to OH with her husband for a convention he wanted to go to, and so I felt like I had to let the cat out of the bag.  Plus, Mr. Mock knew what I was up to, and was perfectly willing to sell her his ticket if a pre or post show meeting was happening.

So I messaged her and asked her how possible it was for her to leave for the convention on Saturday instead of Friday, and she was all, “WHY?” and so I told her there was a teensy tiny chance we could meet Dennis, and she was all, “AH JEEZ” because she knew her husband would be disappointed if she didn’t go to the convention with him.  So she basically said unless the meeting was at least a 95% go, she couldn’t commit.  And since Dennis’ publicist hadn’t really given me a lot to go on, I wasn’t sure WHO I was going to go to the show with.  I responded to his meet-n-greet message with this:

So that was at 3.37pm on Wednesday of last week.  And then a few hours later, this happened:

Then I was kinda stuck because I had no idea who my plus 1 would be, but I gave him both names and said it would for sure be Daisy or Mr. Mock, and then he responded that the meet and greet would happen FOR SURE, a half hour before showtime.  I gleed out, and texted Daisy, but she didn’t see the text till Thursday morning, at which point she reacted with a normal person’s level of glee, and alerted her husband that she wouldn’t be able to go to the convention.

I think it’s safe to say that I’m not on his list of favorite people right now.  🙂

You guys, the meet and greet was amazeballs.  We found another couple who also had backstage access at the same time we did, and they were SO NICE, and they agreed to take pics for us and we agreed to take pics for them, and when Dennis came in to chat with us, he was as lovely as could be.  In fact, when he first walked into the room, I extended my hand and told him my name and that I was one of the chicks, and I must have had the kind of look on my face which screams, “I NEED A HUG” because he totally hugged me without me even hug assaulting him first.  Daisy warned him about how hard I hug, and he did complain of a crick in his neck after, but I can’t help it.  As someone remarked on our instagram page, I am “violently affectionate.”

Anyway, Dennis sat with us for 10 minutes or so, and then it was selfie time, and HE HELD OUR BOOK, you guys.  We brought it to him as a present, and he held it for pics and video and we nearly died. BEHOLD:

CAN YOU EVEN?

We also got this adorable photo:

Anyway, after that, Daisy and I took our seats in the theater, and enjoyed his performance. If you haven’t seen him perform live, TREAT YOSELF. It’s totally worth it. It’s like 90 minutes of pure hilarity, and it doesn’t feel like a typical stand-up routine. It’s more like he’s just telling hilarious stories to a group of friends at a party. It’s that kind of vibe.

We loved it. It was a Bucket List sort of experience. And even though I may have injured him slightly, I have no regrets. 🙂 Plus, I don’t even think his publicist is getting a restraining order against me or ANYTHING.