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Oh man, I love Kristen Wiig. I was all about her since I saw the first “Two A-Holes” bit she does with Jason Sudeikis a few years ago. Even when she’s playing a minor part in a sketch, just kind of hanging out in the background (which is rare), I’m drawn to watching her. I only have one story about her and here it is…
A few years ago my old roommate, Gillian, got me into an SNL afterparty. It was at this swanky midtown restaurant and I giddy at the prospect of meeting at all the SNL actors I looked up to. I wandered outside at some point to have a cigarette and while I was standing there Kristen Wiig also wandered outside. An older guy started talking to her in a fan-ish sort of way, like, “I thought you were great in…” I figured if he was doing it, so could I. I had a huge crush on her and though I knew I obviously didn’t have a chance, I thought that maybe - maybe - I could say hi and be a little funny. I started in her direction, gathering my nerves and preparing my opener. When I was about 10 feet away an attractive, younger guy came through the revolving door. Wiig kissed the younger man and, to the older man, said, “Oh, hey. This is my husband.” At this I instantly turned around and shuffled back to my area. Something about her having a husband put her on a different level of grownup than I was and scared me into never saying hi. I finished my cigarette and went back inside where Seth Meyers and I had a nice “How ya doing?” “How ya doing” chat at the urinal.
