So I twiddled my thumbs and waited, patiently, since October 2006, for this movie I am in to finally be released.

I even got an invitation in December 2007 to attend the cast and crew screening of the final cut prior to release. Of course, I received the invitation about 3 days before tha actual scheduled screening - which, by the way, was in New York City. Great timing all around - couldn't afford the trip anyway, so I had to continue to gnash my teeth and suppress my eagerness and simple curiosity.

And so, on Valentine's Day 2008, a Thursday, "Definitely, Maybe" starring Ryan Reynolds, Rachel Weisz, Kevin Kline, and others - and including me in the performance of a lifetime, as Bill Clinton - was released nationwide.

I waited a day. My brother John and his wife Kathy went and saw it on the first day of release, and called me hooping and hollering about having seen me in the movie that night after seeing it! How very, very cool.

At least, I knew for certain that I was IN it. I had endured minor visions over this minor part of still ending up on the cutting room floor, as they say.

But we went on Friday night, late, to see my big-screen debut.

Let me say this: nothing can prepare you for seeing yourself on the big screen for the first time. It's no big deal, of course - I'm a nothing nobody in a forgettable film with lovely and talented Hollywood stars that try their best to carry what is ultimately a cute, but somewhat lightweight and formulaic chick-flick, but believe me, that didn't mean diddly-squat when I sat in that darkened theater and watched the story unfold...all the while, wondering..."when will I show up? For how long?"

And the story began, and slowly, so achingly slowly, at once both fascinating as well as teeth-grindingly, epochly slow, I was absorbed into the film. I remembered every detail about my short one-day stint of filming in Central Park - the locations we shot scenes at, the setups and set dressings and run-throughs of the other scenes for hours before the blinding speed at which my little scene seemed to begin and end. It actually took about an hour and a half, later in the day, but like your first time on a roller coaster, it was over before it began.

So I sat in that theater, nervous, excited, afraid, wondering, and hoping I would actually pull it off on film.

And then a scene began that told me, geez, I must be getting close. Get ready...get ready...here it comes...

YES! YES! YES! Hey, that's ME up there, in that movie, yeah, I did that!

That's what I wanted to yell out in the theater, but of course, I didn't. I did enjoy the fact that I heard murmurs of recognition and heard somebody whisper "it's Clinton!" behind me and to the left somewhere, and that people were laughing at the simple dialogue and character setting the main character was in as he calls out and tries to get Clinton's attention. I've been there before - literally 6 feet away from Bill Clinton himself last March yet not even seen by him as he looks down when he talks with people and doesn't look around all that much. We were in a huge crowd at the CTIA convention in Orlando and even though his Secret Service agents actually saw both me and John Morgan (Bushguy) and actually led us to the very front of the crowd in order to be seen by Clinton and Bush Senior, it was not to be.

And all this flashed through my mind as my brief appearance was suddenly over. There I was, and there I was not.

I think. I think I am. Therefore I am, I think.

I don't know how to feel, especially over something that really is not all that big a deal to anybody. Except me, of course. What a delight.

I wanna direct. LOL!