Last Saturday night I went to see The Killers perform at Mohegan Sun. It was absolutely amazing as I knew it would be, but something even more amazing happened right outside the arena. Something so incredible that I cried, smiled, and almost fainted.

Ladies and gentlemen, I met a supermodel. I have friends who have met famous people but I never have. My friend Abby met Linkin Park at a book signing as well John Voigt in Central Park. My dad has met Ron Pearlman. And I know a girl who has met Drew Barrymore. But I have never been as lucky to have shaken hands with someone famous… until now.

Let me start from the beginning.

I have a rule… always look good for you never know who you’re going to meet. I was seated at The Killer’s concert and was so grateful to be there I didn’t care about anything else. But out of the corner of my eye I saw this woman.

She was a tall woman with a black quilted Chanel bag with a chain handle around her left shoulder.

She was wearing a long strapless floral summer dress and a pair of flat sandals. I turned to my mother and my friend Ashlee and said, “That girl looks like Hilary Rhoda.” They had no idea who Hilary Rhoda was, but I did.

We settled down and fixed our hair and began the journey out of the arena that was filled with teeny boppers in too short of dresses and a few older people who I was surprised liked The Killer’s being they seem to be targeted for the younger crowd. But then I remembered that music speaks to everyone.

So on our way to the car, I saw the woman again just standing smack dab in front of Tuscany’s. I pulled Ashlee’s arm and pointed to the girl with the Chanel bag. She suggested I go over and ask her if she is who I believe her to be. I was way too nervous so Ashlee grabbed my arm and tapped on the girl’s shoulder.

The 6ft model turned around and looked down at me.

I wanted to faint. My friend asked her, “Is your name Hilary?” The bright eyed woman answered with a sweet, “Yes,” and then I took over… well my tears took over.

I knew who she was all along. I asked her, “Are you a model?” And she covered her mouth only because you could tell she didn’t want to be recognized but she answered with another polite, “Yes.”

My eyes began to downpour as I started to blurt ridiculous things at her like, “Oh my God I just love you… you’re so beautiful… I’ve seen you on the runways and in magazines… oh my God you’re so pretty.”

You could tell that she was trying to hurry me along and thought I was some crazy obsessed fan. But how many times do you actually get to meet a supermodel? I didn’t know whether to tell her I wrote a fashion column or to cry some more… so I just cried some more.

Lucky for me, Ashlee took our picture so I would never forget meeting her nor how unprofessional I had acted. I just couldn’t help myself. There in front of me was a woman that I not only look up to but whose style I greatly admire.

After I walked away from her I had to sit against the valet wall just to catch my breath.

I understand Rhoda wanting to keep on the down low, but as a fan I felt it my duty to actually talk to her and introduce myself. Not that I did that because I was too busy crying and repeating, “I just met Hilary Rhoda… I just met Hilary Rhoda, she’s a model… I just met Hilary Rhoda.”

But I suppose the moral of the story is that not only did I get to meet one of the most beautiful and well respected models in the world, but that I’m glad I was dressed appropriate while standing in her presence.

Racquelle Nash and Hilary Rhoda

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