Pretty In Pinky! Meeting Kick Ass Star and Hunk-A-Hunk-A Burnin’ Love Nicolas Cage! And No… I Didn’t Coin That Phrase!

Now, I have to tell you… I have never met Nicolas Cage… I know right? He’s not one of my favorites. I’m just going to come out and say it. The truth hurts people… I liked him in Moonstruck and thought Kick Ass was really good… But other than that… Eh…

Leaving Las Vegas was good at the time but now… I just saw it and was like… Huh… lol…

The wonderful Ms. Pretty in Pinky however loves her some Nicolas Cage and even though I suspect it’s only because of Valley Girl, I’ll give her a pass… lol…

Check out her “Pinky Flashback” after the jump!

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Hello, my lovelies. Pinky Lovejoy here to talk about one of my great loves – well, one of my Top Three loves, at least. You see, while everyone knows about my adoration for Ricky Schroder (aka my #1), Nick Rhodes, and Sam Trammell, my #2 hunk-a-hunk-a-burnin’-love is actually none other than Nicolas Cage. Yes, that’s right, ever since I first saw him in the amazing movie, Valley Girl, my heart beats for Nicolas Cage. I’m not sure what it is about him that gets me going so much – the way he talks, the quirky roles he plays, or his uncanny resemblance to my never-ending ex-boyfriend – but, I just LOVE me some Nicolas Cage.
 

I suppose this is a Pinky Lovejoy Flashback of sorts, as this all went down a long, long time ago. But I haven’t been able to find the digital copy of my picture until now, so I thought I’d share the story about when Pinky met Nic. Once upon a time…wait. Nevermind. It’s not really THAT kind of story…just one where my dream of meeting my longtime love came true. So, maybe it is a once upon a time story….
 

Anyway….here we go. The year was 2005 and I was casually surfing the internet when suddenly the most wonderful news appeared: Nic Cage would be receiving his half-life achievement award at the Cinevegas Film Festival. As I lived in Utah at the time, it was only a six hour drive to Vegas, so I quickly found a place to stay, took the time off work (two whole days for this adventure!), and purchased a ticket to the event Nic would be honored at.

I was BUSTING at the seams I was so excited. I couldn’t wait to (possibly) finally meet Nic. The day arrived and my friend Anita (who graciously allowed me to stay with her on my crazy adventure) came with me to the casino it was being held at. We went super early and waited on the red carpet for a fleeting chance of seeing Nic walk down the line. Sadly, he never came. Eventually we heard he wasn’t going to do the red carpet (devastating!) and then further dreams were crushed when I learned that there would be no cameras allowed inside the event where he was being recognized. Um, what?

 
My heart shattered into pieces, I was wandering the floor talking to some of the Cinevegas volunteers about my devastation when one of them (God bless their kind soul) tipped me off to where Nic was eating dinner. Now, let me assure you that I’m not typically someone who stakes out restaurants or houses or follows anyone around. In general I just try to attend events where people I’d like to meet will be promoting their work. But, this was a different story. The restaurant was located in the hotel we were already at, so what was the harm in sitting in the bar for awhile and scoping out the situation? It turned out that Nic had reserved the entire back room for a dinner party.

The room was lined with glass, so we could see what was going on. I figured he’d have to come out eventually, right? Anita and I had a few drinks, met fellow bar patrons, and had a good time. To be honest, I have no idea how long we were there. It could’ve been several days, but it was probably only an hour or two. And it was fun – we chatted with the waiters, made friends, and everyone heard my True Love Nic story. But, enough was enough and when it didn’t look like it would end anytime soon, we decided to call “Uncle” on the whole thing. We literally had just paid the bill and stood up when my friend said, “I’m sorry, sweetie, you tried. That’s all you can do.” At that very moment, I noticed some security whisking past us with guys dressed in shorts, holding license plates that said, “Cage” on them. Something was going on! Quickly I followed them and, sure enough, the security took them over to Nic who came out and posed with everyone!!! My big break!
 
Now, here’s the heartbreaking part – my picture is TERRIBLE. I’m sending in two copies – the real one, where you can see the horrid arm and the surroundings – and the cropped one. Sadly, RIGHT as my friend was clicking the camera, someone said something to Nic. From the corner of my eye I saw his hand go up and if you could hear inside my head you would’ve heard screams of, “NOOOOOOOO!!!!” But, I was more concerned with getting the picture, so I didn’t really care that his arm came up, he looks like he’s talking, oh, and most of all, that he looks like a wax figure.

All I cared about was getting a pic with Nic. But, I got it! I got the pic with Nic! (Yes, apparently I’m a poet). Luckily, my friend did snap another shot of me waiting for Nic, so you can see that he’s real, but I’ll have to find it somewhere and scan it in. The best part was sharing my joy with all our new friends after it happened – success! I still smile thinking about how awesome it was to have it all work out. Wahoo!
 

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