After the interview, I was e-mailing Tim so he could yell at me some more. Meanwhile, Lavin, still flush from her on-camera debut, hears a man greet a passerby with, “Hello, Govenor.” Sure enough, it was former Fort Worth resident Bill Ritter Owens, the Guv of Colorado. But by the time she can shake me from my iPhone trance, he’s already by us and headed for a security checkpoint to the Pepsi Center. (And he has two serious-looking heavies on either side of him.) Channeling Jason Bourne, we accost a bicycle rickshaw driver, jump in, and order him to “catch that Governor!” He obeys, pedaling furiously, going over the curb and down the busy sidewalk. We just catch him at the gate as Lavin yells, “Can we have one photo for our Dallas blog!?” That’s when Ritter Owens spins toward us. Then he–and I can’t emphasize this enough–throws on his best winning smile, leans forward, and thrusts his handlers out of the frame. Lavin snaps with her iPhone (camera in the case), he yells, “I lived in Fort Worth,” and then he is beamed inside. I’m so entertained by his insta-pose that I inadvertently tip the driver $40. Which means I’m basically broke as we head to the big Rising Stars party tonight at 5 Degrees. (DJ Diabetic, can I get a whut whut?) We’ll post another opus on the party, Young Dallas Dems, and my man-crush Ranch Anchia tomorrow. Time to watch the speeches at Croc’s.