"Megs Says Hi."

Yesterday I started a story about one of the more kick ass experiences of my life. Part one can be found here. Here is part two!

So where did I leave off?

Ahh yes. Me at 16. Nerdy and quiet. My best friend was Megan (who is still one of my best friends, and subsequently loves this story), and we often called her Megs.

Side note: Today is Megan's birthday!! How appropriate that my post would be central to her... Happy birthday dude!

And the only drawback to being in Canada for spring break was being away from my friends in a time before laptop computers and cell phones were cheap enough for high schoolers to have.

Prince George. On Monday afternoon we flew back down to Vancouver, and my dad and I had some quality father daughter time. I remember getting amazing Indian food (the first time I’d eaten it), and my dad buying me Lauryn Hill’s The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill. For my discman. Hehe.

Shooting resumed on Tuesday, and I was in for three more whole days of awesomeness. I worked under the table as a PA. I wore a radio and ran errands. I made friends with the crew members, and some of the cast. My favorites? Danny Trejo and Clarence Williams III, who were so nice and actually quite chatty.

I worked with my dad’s second AD on call sheets. I watched them shoot on the biggest green screen I’d ever seen. I even filled in with the props people when they needed a prop letter in a girl’s handwriting (and if you look close enough, you can even see it in the movie!).

You know that term “in pig heaven?” Yeah, that was me that entire week. Me = one lucky girl.

And then the interactions with Ben Affleck began.

I had been introduced to him on the first day, but there wasn’t much down time for chatting until the day before we left. We were inside on the stage, and they were setting up for another shot, and we were all hanging out by video village.

I didn’t even know that Ben Affleck really remembered who I was, but right as they were about to go back to shooting, he looked directly at me, smiled that toothy smile that had caused my crush in the first place, and said: “Oh, by the way, Megs says hi.”

Say what?

I stopped dead in my tracks. How did he know that? How did he know I had a best friend named Megan, and that we called her Megs?

He was gone before I had a chance to respond, and I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out how the hell he knew about “Megs.”

My dad’s explanation was that everyone had a friend named Megan. Yeah, ok, maybe, but still. How did he KNOW???

The mystery would plague me until the next night, while I was flying home on a private plane after one of the best days of my life!

Parts one, three and four!