I was surprised to hear the old story of the picture of Morena and myself get discussed as I thought it had long been forgotten. I debated whether or not to share it again for fear of appearing of showing off. I ultimately decided that I know this community understands I am sharing something wonderful and unexpected that happened to me simply so you can share in the joy and excitement I felt. With that I share the story and the picture. Enjoy.
I arrive at my sister’s birthday party in New York City after a long day of work. It isn’t a lavish affair, maybe 40 to 50 people in a private upstairs room in a bar. The lights are dim, jazz plays in the background and the walls are covered in pictures of my sister, myself and our younger brother at various ages. The crowd consists mostly of my family (uncles, aunts, cousins, siblings, etc), my wife and friends of my sister. We commence to have fun, tell old stories and laugh with each other. Usual sort of scene.
About 45 minutes into the party two people walked in, one warmly greeted by my sister and the other simply a friend of a friend. She shook my sister’s hand and proceeded to walk over to the bar. I glanced over at the new arrivals now that they were much closer and I nearly dropped my drink…
…it was Inara. I mean Morena. Sitting there four feet away from me chattering away with her friend.
“It’s Morena.” I whispered to my wife.
“Who?” she responded.
“Morena” I said slowly making a slight gesture in her direction with my head.
“Who?” she repeated.
I took a deep breath. “Inara sweetie. Inara just walked in.”
My wife leaned over and smiled. She had recently allowed herself to be indoctrinated as a Browncoat to understand the thing I was so passionate about so she immediately understood.
“What do we do?” she asked.
“We get introduced” I responded.
Five minutes later I was tapped on my shoulder by the friend of my sister’s and told,
“I’d like you to meet my old friend Morena”
…and there she was. Inara. Holding out her hand to me with a huge beaming smile on her face. I held out my hand trying to play it cool but clearly something in my face revealed something. She started giggling and asked, “what?” to which I simply responded, “I am a fan.”
It was truly one of the most surreal moments of my life. To come face to face with a person who was associated intimately with this little cancelled show I was so passionate about at my sister’s birthday party of all things.
So there I stood, trying desperately not to be, “One of those fans.” I did not gush. I did not ask her a technical question related to a moment in the series. Didn’t ask what the needle was for. We simply had a lovely conversation. I learned she was in town visiting her mutual friend before heading on to Vancouver to shoot Stargate.
“Do you like Stargate?” she asked.
“Well” I said, “I have to be honest. I haven’t seen it in many years.”
She laughed. “Well, it should be fun, right?”
“I’m sure!” I replied, “and heck, I am more than a few Browncoats will turn out when it airs.”
I told her about how my mother bought me a barn jacket which was brown, and I couldn’t share the joke with anyone. She wanted to know how I had found the show, and I told her about how I found it quite by accident late in the game, but not so late that I couldn’t go and see the movie just as it was winding down.
I didn’t want to keep her from her friend that she was visiting, but felt like I could talk to her all night. We parted ways and for the rest of the night she sat at the bar like anyone else sipping a drink and talking to her friend.
I went over to my younger brother and brother-in-law and asked, “Did you see who is here?”
“Who?” they both asked.
“Morena Baccarin” I responded.
“Who?” they asked puzzled.
I breathed deep. “Inara”
They looked at each other puzzled. “Who is Inara?” they asked.
“Didn’t you watch the Firefly box sets I got for both of you last Christmas?”
“Nope.” They responded.
“Truly your loss bros” was all I could say.
As I left I went over and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I thanked her for our talk, and mustering up my courage said,
“You know, you are part of something very special.”
She blushed and said, “I know.”
“Do you mind if I take a picture?”
“Of course not!” she responded.
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I left walking on air. All I can tell you, my fellow Browncoats, that if the rest of our BDHs are half as open, humble, sincere and lovely as Morena was with me that night, then they are all truly wonderful people in real life.[/LEFT]
You know, as a postscript, Chuck was right. I am not that good looking in real life. I was simply caught in the Morena aura.