Final Failure? (at least for AFF)

So after I (as calmly as possible) advised the lady in the theater that it wasn't necessary to pull me... (which I still feel was completely out of line considering there were another 75 or more people standing there also) I walked out to the side of the theater where I had previously seen James exit the hotel.

I honestly just wanted to smoke a cigarette, and calm down.

So, I leaned up against the side of the building a la James Dean, and calmed down. Just a few minutes later, who comes walking around the side of the building?? Not James Franco... but Val Lauren. So, I got him to sign my badge, and chatted with him for a minute. He and his wife commiserated with me about getting kicked out of the theater, and he was super nice. He seemed surprised that I wanted his signature... I hope he gets used to that quickly, because I'm thinking he's going to go very far.

However, I digress...

I waited there for about 35 minutes, alternating between the alley exit where Val came out, and the main exit from the hotel.

Needless to say, pretty much as soon as I turned my back to the main exit of the hotel, Mr. Franco exited, signed a few autographs, got in his vehicle and drove away, leaving me standing on the sidewalk with my book and a sharpie marker - completely dejected. How in the world can he sign autographs that quickly, with no audible indication of his celebrity presence? (That sucks badly by the way James if you're out there reading this somewhere)

I watched the vehicle drive away, then went to eat at Bar Chi Sushi, which I have to say was completely delish.

After sushi, I went to the showing of Beavis and Butthead, laughed at their stupidity (it's nice to know that there are others that are even dumber than ourselves isn't it... even if they are animated.)

To top it all off... today I get a tweet that indicates that I'm even more of a failure at stalking than I had previously realized... it seems that there is every chance that the Short and Creepy showing that I went to... contained none other than my imaginary boyfriend of 15 years.. Mr. James Franco.

What have I learned from this experience?

1. There is a distinct possibility that I could stand to be a lot more observant of my surroundings if I'm on an autograph hunt. 
2. I'm not a very good stalker.
3. I'm apparently a lot like Raj from the Big Bang Theory when it comes to James Franco... but I'd be too scared to be drunk just to try and talk to him... I'm a total lightweight when it comes to alcohol.
4. I need to be better prepared. Perhaps some rehearsal of what I should say if I ever manage to get within 5 feet of him without 100 people in the way, may help.

Maybe I should give up? I'm taking a poll... please vote?