So I’m never the person with lots of celebrity stories to tell, because frankly, I’m a New Yorker and we don’t really STARE at people around us, but as I was leaving the New York Public Library after a post-work attempt to surprise Stuart by showing up (foiled because he had the same thought about meeting me at the office) I almost bumped smack tiny-to-huge-nose into SJP. She was tiny and adorable and I almost doubted it for a second, except that when the PR woman said, “Oh there you are! Welcome!” to her, I heard that adorable raspy girlish voice and I just knew it was her.
I mean, I’m far too cool to squeal about it so I just kept walking out the front door, but for a second there, my brain went, “Whoa! Carrie! Wait, is this a SatC episode? Did I suddenly become an extra?” and then I was seriously disappointed. Because THAT would have been wicked.
I don’t really get off on celebrity sightings, and I’m really only posting this to have something light and airy for you guys to get through the weekend on – y’know as opposed to all the introspective tripe down there. But hey! OMG! SJP! I’ll drop the jaded New Yorker thing for a mo’ and say, that was cool.
(Unrelatedly, how much does the Buffy the Musical Soundtrack rock the very living face right off my face? THIS MUCH. Cmon, Greg, get with me. Admit it. Haven’t you ever sort of yelled “BUNNIES!” under your breath because it’s just too funny?)
Are you kidding? I’ll interject “I have a theory, it could be bunnies” into random conversations even if the other person won’t get the reference. And I never eat a pastry without intoning, “Respect the crueller, tame the doughnut.”
I’ll do you one better – the words “Am I crazy, am I dreamin’, am I marrying a demon!” totally went through my head, you know, when I got married.
I literally had a let-go-of-the-aloof OMG moment in Central Park this morning, when my friends and I were standing with the crowds of other runners at the edge of the starting area for a roadrace. A short man with a fur hat walked by and I recognized him immediately, he was walking with his distinctive wife in a similar hat, simply out for a stroll on a cold winter morning, just watching the runners standing among the Gates. I pulled my friend’s elbow, “It’s Christo!”
Erp. I think if I saw Christo, I’d be unable to restrain myself from wailing, “WHYYY ORANGE?! You’ve turned the park into a bizarro construction zone, like the rest of this bloody city!” But then, that might be the point. Hmm. BTW, K, on that WW thing, you go, girl. I think you’re beautiful, but you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do for yourself, and I have SO much respect for your candour/guts.
Wow! SJP? Really? REALLY? That’s so cool.
And I love the Buffy musical soundtrack.
i’ve never had a thing for SJP (but then, i’ve never been either a new yorker OR a sex & the city fan, not really) – but i did see her once up close & personal back in the 90s when she came to our campus with rock the vote. robert downey jr and the indigo girls were also there. it rocked – if not the vote, at least the uc davis quad.
bunnies aren’t just cute like everybody supposes!
they’ve got those hoppy feet and twitchy little noses!
and what’s with all the carrots? what do they need such good eyesight for anyway??
sjp? completely cool. carrie made it okay that i own more pairs of shoes than… underwear.
and i can never, ever get enough of the buffy the musical soundtrack. bunnies, indeed.
GROAN. That is such a good sighting. A little jealous right now.
Odd that you had an SJP sighting because a week ago I had a Mr Big sighting. Walking to the subway at Columbus Circle who should emerge from the saffron-a-rama but Chris Noth. I was most impressed that he was not hollywood sized (under 5’7″ to fit in the shot). I immediately called our office SJP (she really does look like SJP, only she got her nose done). He’s a good solid 6′, which I consider big next to SJP’s 4’3″
so yeah.