Chris Evans is dreamy...

I just popped on to tell you about my dream last night. I was at the Superbowl but it was in Rome. The match (of which I have no recollection) ended and I was trying to find the car, which was in this huge multi-storey car park, and I couldn't even remember what colour the car was because it was my Dad's car.

So I was looking and trying to avoid all the angry dramatic Italian drivers, when someone said, look who's standing next to you - I turned round and it was Chris Evans (and his kid son!?!). So after a British moment of thinking I should ignore him, I full-on fangirled and asked him for a photo before he could escape.

He was a total gent, but of course he thought I meant a selfie so grabbed me - which meant I had my usual fumbling to try and put the phone into selfie mode (why can't dreams just let stuff work?). To try and cover the fluster, I asked him about the match, and he said it had been so boring he'd just zoned out and had been drawing instead of watching.
Then we spent some time chatting amicably while still trying to find our way out of the stadium to the car park (which had turned into a giant field that was part flooded), and on the way we were joined by Karl Urban, who was also totally chatty and charming.

I'd love to know why my brain a) gave Chris a kid and b) why that kid was black!

There was more after I found the car but that part was stressing out about driving round some kind of dock area with a giant crane thing right on my tail, and didn't have any Chris or Karl, so that's best forgotten.

Any way - Chris was lovely. Handily he was both bearded and clean shaven during the course of our adventures, which gave me the best of both worlds. 😂