There is this idea that New York is different than LA because celebs can live among us here without being bothered. People pass celebrities on the street all the time with no interest, just too cool and consumed with their lives to notice. I am not one of those people. I internally flip the eff out when I see celebs. To date I’ve seen 5 – Mia Michaels, Kevin Bacon, Seth Meyers, Kelsey Grammar, and most recently…Justin Long. This is the story I’m going to tell.
Saturday was a classic day party at Gabe’s apartment in Greenwich village. He has a 3 story ground level apartment with a spiral staircase. I was standing outside of the apartment, having climbed out the window with some guys watching people go by looking into the apartment either with envy or disgust when 3 duded walked by and we “woo-ed” them. One of them turned around after they passed and I was like – “I think that’s Justin Long.” One of the guys I was standing with shouted “Justin Long!” and he turned around and sure enough, it was him. I started yelling for them to come hang out with us and play beer pong and they beckoned me down to the corner. So I cooly, lightly jogged down to them (all the while internally freaking out) and started chatting with them and inviting them to the party. They were very gracious and said they’d rather be walking a pack of dogs that hate each other then go play drinking games, to which I counter-argued “but we have fireball.” Now let me set the stage for my emotional state at this point – I am doing everything I can not to show that I’m shaking, my stomach is doing cartwheels, and I’m trying sooo hard to casually invite them over. The amount of self-control I exercised (while being a bit post-brunch buzzed) still amazes me. We talked about basketball and they said they’d stop by on their way back from Washington Square Park to watch the game with us. I so cooly said we should probably exchanged numbers to do that, but he didn’t bite :/ I bid them farewell so they could continue on to the park and was high on adrenaline for the rest of the day.