So. 

I don’t really know how to start this because I’m shaking so bad. Let me say that in all honesty, this plan NEVER should have worked. From the start, it was horribly flawed. But fortune favors the brave and apparently favors the stupid and unprepared even more. 

Saibi (simply-walked-into-mordor) and I, unfortunately, did not win tickets to the PBS Sherlock Screening/Event. We were extremely upset about this. But we had the afternoon off and decided why not go into the city and try and see if we can run into the Cumberlord and Our Father Who Art in Evil, Moffat?

We only knew two things - where the PBS Sherlock event had been held LAST year (a theater near Central Park) and vaguely where the hotel they were staying was (courtesy of a picture Sue Vertue tweeted). We assumed it was the Ritz Carlton based on Google Street View (turns out we were wrong, more on that later).

Armed with NO knowledge of when the event started OR ended, or if we were correct about EITHER location, we charged into the city like really stupid explorers. Once we arrived at the theater, it became very clear that this was NOT the location of the PBS Sherlock Event (mostly because of the ‘Berenstein Bears - The Musical!’ signs plastered all over it). Minutes later, I was FB messaged a pic of the line outside the event and that sealed the deal. Okay. We had no idea where the event was (couldn’t tell from the image) and even if we could get there, the line was monstrous and getting at Benedict and Moffat after the event was likely going to be insane and impossible. 

So we moved on to the Ritz Carlton and quickly realized that Sue couldn’t have possibly taken the picture from the Ritz’s window. So we did what Sherlock fans do best and we deduced. We cannot and will not tell you what hotel they are staying at because it’s enormously creepy that WE figured out and it would be ten times worse and horribly invasive if we told you. Sorry guys. 

So, we were fairly certain we had the right hotel and there was nothing to do but wait. So we did wait. For a solid few hours. And no one was showing up. We decided that once it was eleven o’clock, it was time to call it a day. Then it hit eleven and we decided…okay, just a half hour more. 

And just as we were about to leave, a big, black SUV pulled up. 

And out came this.

Yes, ladies and gentleman, that is Benedict Cumberbatch. Who told us and the other five or six people who magically appeared (autograph hawkers, ick) that he’d go inside, put his stuff down, and come back out to do autographs. 

This man is too nice for his own good.

Moffat came out next and I forgot to take a picture because I had started shaking so hard I thought I was going to fall over. He signed an autograph for Saibi. And then Benny came back out and started signing and talking to us about shooting Season 3 and Star Trek and living in L.A.

At this point, I was hyperventilating. 

At this point, my knees started to shake.

And at this point I nearly peed my pants (yes, that’s me, with the crazy hair and the glasses).

He touched my hands, you guys. 

I may never stop smiling.

I then called my parents and my friends and screamed down the phone, started crying, and collapsed on the street. 

The end.