Last night after work Ian and I headed over to Hundred Oaks theater to get tickets to see Milk at 8:15. We had about two hours to kill, so we walked to the nearby Rafferty’s to see if we could get a table or seat at the bar for a quick bite to eat. They were busy as hell—about 15 people waiting and the bar was completely full—so we decided to head back to the theater, get my car and drive a block or two down to the Applebee’s.
As we were leaving Rafferty’s though, someone hollered my name—it was Colleen! We know each other from Twitter and the blogosphere, but had never met before, so it was cool to finally meet her. We have talked several times about meeting up for lunch or drinks; maybe this was the Universe’s way of telling us hey, guys, get on it!
So after chatting with Colleen for a minute, we walked back to the car and headed to Applebee’s. We were seated quickly, ate and drank. It was the end of happy hour, how could we not throw a few back? Plus, we’d have the whole movie to sober up before we (ok, I) had to drive back to the ‘Boro.
After we ate we headed back over to Hundred Oaks, and as we were turning down an aisle to try to find a parking space, we noticed a guy dressed in all black with shoulder-length black hair get out of a really sweet Mercedes (I thought it was just a regular Mercedes until Ian said, “Holy shit that’s a sweet Mercedes.”) alone and walk toward the theater. Ian said, “Was that Jack White?” And I was all, “What the fuck would Jack White be doing at Hundred Oaks?” But Ian told me he lived around here, and then we got really curious.
So we walked into the theater and low and behold, there was Jack White with a chick and a dude with hipster geeky glasses and super long, straight black hair at the concession stand.
We got in line behind them, but nobody was coming over to help them. We waited a minute more, and then I (obviously fueled by the alcohol I had consumed at dinner) stepped all up in between them and said, “Is this line open?” And they kind of chuckled and Jack said something about he didn’t know and nobody was coming over there, or something like that. So we all moved to the next line over, behind some people who obviously were not important enough for me to remember what they looked like.
I do remember that those non-important people were taking FOREVER to order, which turned out to be awesome because that gave Ian and I to be all, “DUDE IT TOTALLY IS JACK WHITE LOOK AT HIS RING! IT’S THAT EYE! I TOLD YOU IT WAS HIM SHOULD I TAKE A PICTURE MAYBE I CAN SNEAK ONE WITH MY IPHONE SHHHHH”
In my head we were whispering but I’m sure we sounded like assholes.
So I get out my phone trying to be all sneaky and take a picture of the back of his head when the following goes down:
Ian: You look really familiar… What’s your name?
Ian: Jack… White?
Ian: Oh, hey (or something like that… they shake hands)
Me: Hey! Nice to meet you! (Shakes his hand)… Sorry, I know people in Nashville usually aren’t all, ‘Hey, how’s it goin’ to famous people… (or something like that)
Jack: No, it’s ok… (smiles)
Fucking awesome, huh?
So anyway, we’re still waiting in line and Jack’s wife is asking about coffee, and the concession stand dude is smiling a 3-mile-wide smile and offers to let her taste the coffee. So as Jack and the other dude (who the concession stand guy told us later was the bass player) were ordering, his wife sipped on the coffee sample. And then the concession guy is ringing them up and asks if she wants the coffee, and I guess she said no because when we got up there the cup was sitting on the beverage dispenser grate.
So anyway, we order our shit and everyone behind the counter is tittering with excitement (and the woman, who I guess was the manager, was all, “Yeah it’s like that time Tom Hanks came in here…” And I can’t believe my half-drunk ass didn’t blurt out, “WHAT THE FUCK WOULD TOM HANKS BE DOING IN HUNDRED OAKS?”)
So we head into the movie theater and there’s like six people in there. Three of which are Jack White, his wife and the bass player. Sitting smack in the middle of the theater.
So now my brain starts racing with “I really want to sit in the middle but I don’t want to block them and I kind of want to be up higher but we already talked to them so I don’t want to make them uncomfortable by sitting behind them because they might think we’ll just be staring at the whole time which we totally would be” so we sat in the row in front of them, to their right a little so we didn’t block them.
And then of course some douchebags came in and sat right in front of them and laughed annoyingly throughout the movie.
And then the movie was over and they left and we walked behind them for a bit, and Jack and his wife walked arm and arm.
I would also like to say that I was amused that they did not look Hollywood at all. Or even rock-star, really, except maybe the bass player but he just looked like maybe he was really into living in East Nashville or something. But Jack’s wife was wearing this coat… you remember the kind of coats that were popular like six or seven years ago… they were brown suede but had white or off-white furry/fleecy seams and collars and wrists? She had one of those. And her hair was red.
Anyway, I know I sound very starstruck, and I guess I kind of was. But not enough where I feel like I mad an ass out of myself. I wanted to get a picture with them SO BAD but I felt like I would be violating the Nashville code of ethics, the whole “stars live here because Nashville people leave them the hell alone.”
But I’m going to go ahead and get this out, right here right now:
I MET/TOUCHED JACK WHITE LAST NIGHT!!!