Our trip to Oregon-but forget about that y'all: I SAW SAM ELLIOT!!

Our trip to Oregon was exciting, exhausting, wonderful, wearying, summertime fun.
We arrived in The City of Roses and proceeded to enjoy the rare Oregon sunshine out and about in the fabulous town. We stayed with Dustin's stepbrother Brian in his oh-so-luxurious young, urban professional appt. on SW Salmon st with breathtaking views of the Portland skyline. I was always an east side girl, so it was fun to enjoy the posh side of things for a bit.
The fourth of July weekend took us to the beach where it was fifty degrees and raining. My blood has been thinned by the Carolina heat and I had almost forgotten that people build fires in July. We caught up with old friends, rocked the Tidewater and played the "I havent seen you in TEN years" game with random people all night long.
Then next week brought us to Eugene, where we spent time with Finn and D'laney before entering into the magical world of the Oregon Country Fair for five days.
Which brings me to the most exciting part of the whole trip.
Whilst sipping our morning coffee on the way back from the Ritz, in front of the main stage I noticed a foxy older gentleman in blue jeans, sporting a mustache like no other. He had pink and purple stripes in his hair, most likely put there especially for the hippie festivities we were all taking part in. Dustin, who also noticed the tall drink of water of which I speak of, glanced over at me and casually said:
"That guy kind of looks like the hippie Sam Elliot."
Me, being a celebrity gossip fiend and movie star recognizer extroidanaire, looked at my decidedly less knowledgeable boyfriend and instantly replied:
"Oh, no sug', that IS Sam Elliot!!"
I may have known his sexy mug anywhere, and I'm not going to lie and say I wasn't as excited as a fifteen year old at an Elvis show, but I maintained my cool until getting back to our booth. I walked passed that hotter than hot sexagenarian as casually as I could, making eye contact and almost wetting myself in the process. The minute we passed through the curtains of our booth I screamed like a head case celebrity stalker:
"Sam Elliot's here!! Sam Elliot's here! And he's SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SEXY!!!! EEEEEGADS!!!"
The older women of the booth gave heartsick sighs, while the younger ladies looked at me with blank stares. If it wasn't Johnny Depp or Brad Pitt, they didn't have a clue. I might as well have been talking about an obscure politician in Uzbekistan.
Regardless, I was smitten. After my sighting was confirmed by our friends in registration, who had wristbanded him, the lucky broads, the rest of the weekend was spent spouting off lovesick rants. Dustin listened patiently as I referenced Roadhouse, Tombstone, Mask, The Big Lebowski, Open Range and all of his other works of genius. My lust for my sexy, fabulous boyfriend was shadowed by movie star mania. I was a smitten kitten, and seeing that silver haired heartthrob made my whole weekend.
Yes, we saw family, friends, loved ones and all around enjoyed our whirlwind trip back to our home state. But forget about that y'all: I SAW SAM ELLIOT!!!!!!