Phil Mickelson- My stalker.

Luckily I was able to completely avoid going home yesterday and risk being involved in another car/parking incident. I have the garage for 2 months starting on Saturday, so breathe easy, the clouds are beginning to clear. The boo and I went to grab some dinner last night then followed it up with some Cold Stone before our 7:25 showing of The Black Swan. While waiting in line to get our tasty treat the boo noticed that Phil Mickelson (the second best golfer in the world) was with his wife and some friends at a table. Now i don't golf, nor would I have  noticed Phil (Fat-Boy Phil as he is called. But he is very tall and much thinner then I had expected) dinning next to us. But I am completely memorized by any even quasi-celebrity standing within a 10-mile radius. We sit just close enough to get a good look without him being able to hear us gawking at him. Once we realize Phil isnt't going to come up and ask us to be his new besties, we decide it's time to head out to our movie. After a quick trip to the powder room we rejoin back in the lobby to find Phil, who joins his group then follows us into The Black Swan. He is clearly stalking us at this point. Or God is trying to unite the three of us as soul-mates. The movie was intense. Very psychological and thought-provoking, and not without a very graphic oral-sex scene between Lily (Mila Kunis, the effortlessly good, yet dark bad girl dancer) and Nina (Natalie Portman, the innocent and cowardly dancer who is trying to tap into her Black Swan counterpart). When the movie concludes we walk down the steps of the packed theater and who walks out in front of me? Phil. The man who has been following my every move for the last 3 hours. Mr.Mickelson- No, I will not give my boyfriend up for you. and No, I will not give you golf lessons to improve you from number 2 in the world to number 1. Once back out in the lobby by breathe is taken away by an astonishing quarter-sized iceberg grasping onto his wife's left ring finger. Now I would never want a ring that big. It was completely ridiculous. But Holy hell that thing was absolutely enormous. Like, gigantically enormous. But I kept my cool. This was not the first time I have seen a celebrity in the movie's. The year before last while seeing Four Christmases I was sitting 4 seats away from Nick Cannon and Mariah Carey. No she did not belt out and sing. Yes she was wearing sweatpants and 9 inch heels. and yes, Nick Cannon did have an obnoxiously loud laugh. But i digress. Back to the story. The boo and I were able to sneak out without Stalker Phil noticing. That was a close one. So today on my way to work things were going okay. Until I stopped to get a Starbucks. While waiting at the light to leave the shopping center, I watched the light cycle complete 3 times...each time skipping me. Finally after sitting at the light for 7 minutes I said "F it" and looked for oncoming traffic then just went through the red lights. Then "beep.beep". My car alerts me that I need gas a.s.a.p. I pull into a Chevron because I am not dangerously close to being late for work. Pay for gas, and then notice that my gas door open lever is not working. I am pulling and pulling but my gas door will not open. Luckily I had all the left-over signed papers from the tow-truck driver next to me and was able to fold them up and shove them into the little door to get it to open and allow me to put gas in my gar. Oh goody, I made it to work today. On the upside, it's now a 3 day-weekend. Wish me luck.