so yeah, David Eick (co-creator of the new Battlestar Galactica) was at Cunningham's wedding on Saturday...he read some early embarrassing (???) Cunningham poems at the reception...

cut-to: but i didn't know he was THAT David Eick...so i'm outside smoking a smoke drinking a drink and out comes Eick...he asks if he can bum a couple smokes for the bride and groom...i'm like "anything for Brent..." and hand over the stogs...he's like "and Mellisa probably won't want one so i'll see you in a second..." and i'm like "fo' sho my ninja..."

cut-to: so we're all standing outside with the groom having a post-wedding, swerved-reception stog when Brent sort of casually mentions Battlestar...and then it all sort of starts clicking...holy crap...THAT'S DAVID "BATTLESTAR GALACTICA" EICK!!! and so i approach David and say something like "HOLY FUCK YOU'RE FUCKING DAVID EICK!!! OMG YOU'RE DAVID EICK...FROM THE PODCASTS...AND THE WHISKEY SESSIONS WITH RONALD MOORE...I'M A HUGE FAN AND YOUR FUCKING FUCK DAVID GODDAMN 'BSG' EICK...!!! SIGN MY TITS!!!" eh hem...

yeah, i asked David Eick to sign my tits...and he was awesome about it...and Brent is laughing...and things might have gotten weird but i couldn't tell because i was in full post-wedding, swerved-reception mode...so i shook his hand (mine probably sweaty and nervous) and told him i loved the show etc etc...what a great guy...handled my fawning dorkitude with class...so yeah, this was a learning experience for me...i'm no good around creators/actors/producers/writers of my favorite sci-fi shows...i guess i turn into something of a "werefan," morphing into an unrecognizable mass of blubbering giddiness ...i turn into a tween at a manga convention...i hope i never run into David Duchovny, Gillian Anderson or Chris Carter...they might find me frantically humping their legs...

and this is all just to say that Brent and Melissa's wedding was awesome...and a huge congrats to them and their families...and, WHAT UP DAVID EICK!!!? HOLLER!!! LET'S GRAB BEERS!!! YEAH?!!!!