An evening with Eric Wareheim

Last Friday night, in a fashion that can only be described as forgettable, I met Eric Wareheim. For those of you devoid of a hip lifestyle, Eric Wareheim. makes up the Eric of Adult Swim’s Tim and Eric Awesome Show Great Job.
I wish I could say we met over humorous circumstances or amidst a turbulent dance-off, but alas, I met Eric Wareheim the same way I’ve met other comedy icons nice enough to stop and shake my hand; I was awkward.
I saw him while perusing through downtown LA’s Bar 107. My brain said to do the cool thing, which was to act indifferent while my insides twisted themselves into star-struck knots. Normally, I would have listened to my brain; he is the brains of this whole operation, but it was Eric Wareheim's company that made me act foolishly. Mr. Wareheim was with someone I ‘knew,’ someone I had performed with not more than 5 days prior. I figured I could say hi to DJ Dougg Pound, whom I performed with, which would naturally carry-over to an introduction and possibly a laugh. It wasn’t a great plan, but it was all I could come up with in the 5 seconds it took me to approach DJ Dougg Pound (a proper game plan would have been advisable, but thinking isn’t usually part of meeting someone you admire [see dating]).
I marched up to DJ Dougg Pound expecting him to remember me from the less than stellar performance we shared, which he did after roughly 3 seconds of awkward quizzical expressions. Upon realizing ‘who I was,’ he said hello and without any hesitation turned to Eric Wareheim and said, “I performed with this guy, he’s okay.”
My brain should have identified this introduction as a good opportunity to say something cool like, “how are you guys doing tonight or are they [girls] with you,” but instead my brain came up with “Your show is awesome.” Awesome. I chose awesome, the word that is used in the show’s title to convey humor. Yes, I am a complete and total idiot.
Eric Wertheim was as polite as one can be when a stranger says something stupid and hangs onto your hand for far too long; he smiled and walked away.
Moore, you still got it.