Am I the asshole for marinating and possibly breaking a famous actress with my bubble guts?

I wasn't sure which group to share this on, but considering it involves my asshole. I'll just leave it here. I was at my security job, at a very haunted, heritage home. House is primarily rented out for TV shows, movies, commercials and such. The lead role was a well known actress, who was also the main character a hit TV show. ( I'd seen every episode.) I stay away from the talent ever since I made a complete ass of myself. Chatting with a dude I recognized but couldn't place. Figured he was a regular at a bar I used to work at. It was great catching up with a old friend. I went home and told my husband all about running into and shooting the shit with my regular on craft. We couched up, to Netflix and chill to John Wick..... My dude was playing chess, while I was chewing on a checkers board. I didn't recognize an old regular. I recognized one of the greatest actors of all time. Megastar and funny motherfucker.. Ian McShane My bad guys my ADHD just squirreled... The point is, the humiliation is fresh and I'm emotionally damaged. So it's catering day and on the menu is all Indian food or which is fucking awesome. The whole cast, crew and myself is filled to the tits, with Indian food. Shortly after, the whole house is hot boxed with curry farts. I could taste the smell with my eyes. Then the Bubble guts hit so hard and suddenly, I was clenching cheeks and walking funny. Still suffering from post-traumatic star disorder I waddled as fast I could to tucked away toilet in the unused, scary af basement. I was ASSaulting the shit outta that toilet so savagely, it brought tears to MY eyes. My reenactment of Harry's poop scene from dumb and dumber was better than the original. My poop shoot was air trumpeting me a new one. Tears are flowing from the stench as much as the pain. The door slams open as someone rushes in. "OMG. I am so sorry. You don't wanna be in here. My bad." There musta ran out as fast as they ran in..... THEY DID NOT. Opened the stall to come face to face with... The films leading lady and main character from my TV show. The look of utter disgust, on her face, haunts me to this day. Wash my hands. "Sorry bout this." Squeeze around her to get tf outta there. No reaction, no acknowledgement, no blinking, her expression hadn't changed. Scared I broke her, I panicked, left her marinating, got the hell outta there. I have the opposite of butterflies in my tummy, typing this.. Am I the asshole or is my asshole the asshole?