Upon hearing that Tom Hiddleston (if you don't know who that is, he was Loki in Thor and in The Avengers) was filming Only Lovers Left Alive in Detroit, I met up with some girls from tumblr in Pontiac near the studios where they had heard they were filming. We walked to the studio in 90°+ heat, and security promptly got rid of us. It was a rather fruitless and disheartening adventure. Days later, I saw on tumblr that most of that group of girls had met him the next day by finding his hotel in downtown Detroit. Needless to say, my jealousy was immeasurable.

I later found what hotel he was at by paying attention to what signs and things were in the background of the photos and videos that I'd seen posted of people meeting Tom, and put the pieces together. It didn't exactly require Sherlock's mind to figure out.

I went the next weekend to my friend's graduation party at his house which is about 30 minutes from the hotel Tom was staying at. The day after the party, which was a Sunday, I went downtown and sat with some people right outside the hotel. There were only three of us to begin with, but soon another gaggle of people sort of started loitering on the lawn of the place across the street. Later in the evening, security told us that if we weren't guests at the hotel, we had to leave the property. The 2 people originally there left, giving up, and my friend Kaity joined me shortly afterward. I stayed 'til 8pm when I decided it was time to leave, due to my 3-hour return trip ahead of me and work the next day at 7am. I had exchanged phone numbers with one of the girls and told her to text me if she met him (I don't know why I wanted to know...I guess I'm a masochist), but I received no such text or call. So I didn't feel so bad for leaving.

Again not deterred, I read up on tumblr about other people meeting him (one again, the next day and again, one of the girls I'd met - I was beginning to think I was bad luck), and decided to give it one more try the coming weekend. I knew from sitting right outside and listening to some of the film crew talk that they were shooting at night, and from some other people that they'd met him in the morning, around 6-7AM. I don't work on Fridays since we work four ten-hour days in the summer, so Thursday night I headed out to my friend Kaity's house to stay the night.

The next day, after a night of barely any sleep, we got up at 4:30, showered, and headed down to Detroit. We took 2 cars because we didn't know how long we'd be there, and she had to work at 5pm. We parked outside the hotel and went into the coffee shop to get coffee and wait. Kaity read her huge Shakespeare collection and I read my Boston Massacre book, each of us telling the other exciting/violent/dirty parts of the book we were reading. Nerdery abounded for about an hour, and we started seeing people come into the hotel. We saw Tilda Swinton so we knew Tom couldn't be far behind. Sure enough about half an hour later, I kicked Kaity in the foot and quietly said, "There he is!" We got up and slowly went over to the elevators where we knew he was headed. He stopped at the front desk and we waited for him to get done talking to the attendant, and I sort of pushed Kaity forward to tell her to say hi to him. She is a huge Shakespeare nut just like him, so I figured that'd get his attention best.

"Tom, hey, this is a really random question, but what is your favorite Shakespeare play?"
"Oh, hmm, that's a difficult question. I'd have to say Othello."

Which happens to also be Kaity's favorite. So her brain proceeded to explode.

They nerded about Shakespeare and I was only too happy to listen to that man talk all he wanted. He was such a good listener. There was someone with him, and Tom introduced us to him too. HE SAID MY NAAAAAAAAAAME AAAGH.

Kaity had him sign her Shakespeare book on the Othello page and he was like, "Shall I sign it up top or down below?" UUUGH I love this man. So he goes to sign it and it's like this 5-pound book and Kaity's trying to hold it and he just grabs it and sits down in the chair and signs it. ;laksjdfaw0fj09j

I asked him for a picture and he was only too happy to do so. "You'll have to excuse my hair; I've been in a wig all day."

"Oh?" I asked. "Is it a long wig?"

"...maaaaaybe," he laughed. EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH.

I got a hug too and he said, "Wow, you smell wonderful!" I was like O___________O

Tom Hiddleston smelled me. SMELLED ME. That is something that we creepy fangirls are supposed to do, not him! HAHA YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SMELL HIM BUT HE SMELLED YOU! LOKI'D!

Someone came up and handed him a huge stack of fan mail and he was SO excited to get it! "Oh, THANK YOU!" He got a huge adorable grin on his face. I was so glad to see that people's stuff had been received; I'd heard so many reports of people trying to leave things at the front desk for Tom and them, for some reason, turning people away. o_O

After pix/hugs/creepiness, he took his leave and we left with the biggest grins on our faces. Mission fucking accomplished.

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Okay this post is totally degenerating into stupidity so I'll leave you with my shitty photo and a picture of Kaity's autograph.

I don't even care about how crappy this photo is or how hideous I am...no one can take away that I met Tom fucking Hiddleston. *life improved instantly*

I do ask however, that no one post this anywhere else. I don't want this picture to end up on tumblr or anywhere else for that matter.



PS: He tweeted "goodbye Detroit" this morning. Which probably means we were the last fans to meet him. *squeal*