That's right, the man who embodies the very essence of one of the most swoon-worthy characters of all time, was going to be in our capitol. We might even be able to get a picture, or at least stalk the production crew and beg for one. Though their response might be something like this:
|You wanna do what?|
|Why yes, this is my natural stance.|
|He doesn't have a bad side. Ever.|
But of course we quickly looked away. Mostly so he wouldn't think MK and I were stalkers, which we were, but... Anyway, after grabbing a bite to eat and heading over to a park where the next scene would be filmed, MK and I found a familiar face. One that was just as excited as the two of us that Colin Firth was here:
|Erin Knightley and I|
Instead we gently pushed the sweetest woman to the front, one who'd been waiting for Mr. Darcy since six am. He smiled. She teared up. Then he HUGGED her.
Of course Erin Knightley and I chose to celebrate like this: