{"id":24656,"date":"2014-03-04T00:01:01","date_gmt":"2014-03-04T05:01:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wendybrandes.com\/blog\/?p=24656"},"modified":"2014-03-03T23:27:15","modified_gmt":"2014-03-04T04:27:15","slug":"the-unseen-paul-mccartney-and-the-photobombing-mrb","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wendybrandes.com\/blog\/2014\/03\/the-unseen-paul-mccartney-and-the-photobombing-mrb\/","title":{"rendered":"The Unseen Paul McCartney and the Photobombing MrB"},"content":{"rendered":"

Last night, I had the horrifying realization that my almost-husband<\/a> Paul McCartney was at the Vanity Fair Oscar party<\/a> on Sunday and — somehow — I didn’t see him. Best!Party!Ever!<\/a> turned into Worst!Missed!Opportunity!Ever! in the blink of an eye.<\/p>\n

I started desperately searching for information about what time Macca and his lovely wife arrived at the event, hoping that it was really late … or really early … or during the time that I was in a photo booth<\/a>. Anything! Anything to explain this catastrophe! As I pored over photos and articles, guess what I found? A picture of actual-husband MrB peering over Ben Affleck’s shoulder.<\/p>\n

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LOL! Courtesy Reuters\/Daily Mail. Click to see the full photo, which includes the bottom of my dress,my turquoise skull ring and my foot.<\/p><\/div>\n

That inspired me to check Getty Images for more of MrB. Here he is with Ben and Jennifer Garner<\/a> (MrB says, “I prefer to think of myself as photobombing Jennifer Garner” rather than Ben Affleck.)\u00a0 Here he is<\/a> smiling in the vicinity of Paula Patton. And here’s the jackpot photo: Both of us sneaking past Paula.<\/p>\n

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Tiptoeing past Paula. Click for the full photo.<\/p><\/div>\n

Look at me holding onto MrB’s hand for dear life! I had never worn those shoes before and the train of that velvet dress was heavy. I was sure I was going to fall — red-carpet roadkill — and I figured it would serve me right <\/a>for commenting on Jennifer Lawrence’s stumbles earlier in the evening. On the bright side, if I had wiped out and died of embarrassment, it would have been a good reason for missing McCartney. “She was so close to fulfilling her decades-old dream of touching Sir Paul,” MrB would have told my parents, “but, tragically, she expired from shame right before the opportunity arose.” But, seeing as I stayed upright and lived to make it into the party, what’s my excuse?<\/p>\n

SOMEONE PLEASE FIX THIS FOR ME AND BRING ME TO PAUL MCCARTNEY STAT! I swear I will not embarrass you or him. I’ll just calmly shake his hand, say “Nice to meet you!” then tie him up and drag him away to my lair <\/del>and that’s all. In the meantime … as kids these days say on Twitter … BRB. Crying<\/a>. <\/script><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Last night, I had the horrifying realization that my almost-husband Paul McCartney was at the Vanity Fair Oscar party on Sunday and — somehow — I didn’t see him. Best!Party!Ever! turned into Worst!Missed!Opportunity!Ever! in the blink of an eye. I started desperately searching for information about what time Macca and his lovely wife arrived at…<\/p>\n

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