Alright so this didn't just happen, but it had just happened when I started this entry. I have a bit of free time right now so I'm going to tell the greatest story ever told.
So I'm sitting in the Dallas airport waiting for my group to start boarding to Mexico City, when I look up and see someone walking by with their hood up and I think, ok, that is Jason Mraz. For some reason I looked down again, probably because my heart stopped and I thought I was going to faint, but when I look back up he's gone. So I pace around for like 10 minutes freaking out thinking "that HAD to be him or I am crazy". Well as the very last people are getting on, he walks back and sits down on a chair near my terminal. So I walk up and say "Jason Mraz?" to which he responds, "Hey, whats up? What's your name?". WHAT? So we talk for a bit and then I tell him that I actually am getting on this plane and have to leave right now when he goes "Yeah, me too." WHAT??? So we board the flight together as he asks me if I'm going to his show in Mexico City the next night, which I had no idea about, and when I tell him no, he says that if he gets my name written down after the flight he will get me into the concert! So I'm basically like fainting as I pretend to be cool and have a conversation about how he used Rosetta Stone to learn spanish and I tell him my major and stuff. So he sits down in first class and I turn around and say something like, "see ya!".
So the flight goes by and I just basically hyperventilate the whole time, and I get off and there's just massive amounts of people headed for customs. I get in the winding line and immediatly see Jason and his tour manager ahead of me facing the other direction. He stops and has paper ready to take down my name, and while it's happening people are passing me in line. He looks up and goes "why don't you get in line with us" and lifts up the little divider thing. SO by now I am like, wtf wtf wtf! We stood in line in customs for about 45 minutes while talking about everything from what I'm doing with my life to what book I'm reading, and I tell them that they really need to see Inglorious Basterds. He asked to see my passport to look at "all my stamps" and I tell him that I have none, and then he shows me his stuffed to the brim passport with stamps from 6 continents and his adorable picture from the year 2000. Obviously we talked about a bunch of other things but I feel that mentioning every subjuct covered might be a really boring for you.
My favorite part, though, was when he looked down and noticed my tattoo and goes "Nice tattoo". I start laughing and tell him I was waiting for him to notice and ask him if its creepy, to which he assures me that its not and that its actually really awesome. haha oh man, I thought I was going to die. He even said he likes the location because he never gets to see his (because its on his back)
When we were close to the end, he told me he wanted to write a story about me in his blog because he thought what I was doing with my life was really awesome. As you can guess, I had to pretend not to be thrilled beyond all reason as he "interviewed" me. He asked me what I was grateful for, and I seriously almost told him that I was grateful that the customs line was so long haha. Anyways, we got our bags after being stamped into Mexico, he takes my picture, we avoid the random bag search and walk out of customs. I saw my ride so I told him and he hugged me and said "see you in our travels abroad!".
That was the last I saw of him until his concert last night, where he/ his tour manager put us super close. Also, and I might have imagined this, but when he sang "you're the best, you're the best, you're the best, you're the best, you're the best definition of good intentions" in Dynamo, I swear he pointed and smiled right at me on the last 'you're the best'. Hahaha.
So that's my story. He hasn't posted a blog about me, but if he does I'll obviously put it here. And then I will be prepared to die because my life will have been completed. Whew. My heart started pounding again just writing that. And now I'm in Mexico City rubbing elbows with Ban Ki-Moon and submitting articles to potentially be posted on the real internet.
We started out the day by getting our super-secret press passes and security clearence badges, and then headed out for a tour of all the buildings we would be going to this week. Long story short, I've never walked so much in my life. The events aren't far away per se, but man is Mexico City a crazy place. Its like taking the most expensive hotels and office buildings of Chicago and dropping them in the middle of Harlem in NYC. The historic distric (Centro Historico) is packed full with beautiful Catholic churches with massive bleeding Jesuses and Mary sculptures on the wall, as well as a constant flow of devout Mexican Catholics praying to Virgen de Guadalupe or just buying tiny Jesus figures for their mantles. 
Also in this area is Alameda Central, the massive park full of fountains and history. Because Mexico's independencia is September 15th, the whole city is full of green, red and white, including the Plaza de la Constitucion, which is two blocks from my hotel.
Our last stop was a tour of the building that houses the largest newspaper in all of Mexico, La Reforma. We weren't allowed to take pictures inside, but the building itself is a pretty bold statement in my opinion. It towers over anything else in sight.