Last night.

So, to work it forwards instead of backwards, it goes like this. I had dinner with two friends last night, one of whom is a young woman I met through a mutual friend a few years back. She lives in Texas. She was in Manhattan for her sister’s graduation.

Anyway, as part of catching up, I mention this here blog thing. (She has not seen Mad Men yet, but is aware of my… fixation blog, and intends to catch the first season when it comes out on DVD.) And how it’s been getting some attention. And this is when she mentions that her sister babysits for the actor on the show who she thinks almost loses his job (not so much, and so it takes us a minute to figure it out. “white-haired” was the key.)

I, I… I mean, I handed her my BoK card and tried to convince her to give it to her sister to give to John (and Talia). To like, what end, I couldn’t tell you.

I tried to convince her that the actors (at least some of them) know about us and kind of like us (this is a bit of a stretch, for me to assume that all the actors on the show feel the way that like, Rich Sommer and Julie McNiven do.) I tried to convince her that he won’t think it’s an intrusion at all if his babysitter hands him my card and gives him some kind of third-hand message. from a frigging fan. blogger. chick.

I may have lost some steam in the ‘convincing’ arc.

So, I don’t know… John, Talia, if you happen to see this umm… Hi! Your babysitter’s sister is a sweet girl.