Sometimes I feel like I can't even shop*
In reverse chron: Last night, we first went to the Made in the UK party, which was fun but oppressively hot. Like, 120 degrees hot. Made worse by all the aging teddy boys in attendance wearing their Pendleton wool coats. We downed some Newcastles and some shrimp-and-bacon flavored British "crisps,"*** hightailed it out of there, and grabbed a cab to go across town. Via Houston. Which is probably one of the worst cab routes in NYC. However, had we not been on Houston, we'd have missed being stopped at a light right in front of the Landmark Sunshine Cinema for the star-studded premiere of Everything is Illuminated. "Oooh, look, it's Eugene Hutz. And who's that Golem next to him? Ah, Liev Schreiber. Why on earth is he carrying a doll?" Joking. Elijah Wood is tiny, but not Emmanuel Lewis tiny. More like Williamsburg Hipster tiny. (Or High-School Twinks IV tiny.) I think he's cute. Heck, he was cute in Radio Flyer.(Is it too early for pedophilia-flavored jokes? Naah, it's Friday.) I tried to take a picture (for Emma! It was for Emma!****) but someone walked in front of the camera, as you can see. Oh well. OK, moving backward. I walked into Other Music the other day and noticed it was uncharacteristically quiet. Quiet-as-a-crypt quiet. I was there looking for The Minds. Oh, but there was a camera crew in front of the M section. And that was when I heard the unmistakeable overeducated, dreamy nasal voice of Michael Stipe. (And I don't know if he always shops with a camera crew or if someone's making the most boring documentary in the world.) I shopped in the Used section, out of the range of the cameras (found Dalek and Roots Manuva. SCORE. A DIRECT HIT.), while Michael picked out a couple CDs. "Ken you reuckomennnnnd ennything?" he asked the clerk in front of the reggae section. "Uh, Peter Tosh is good." Finally, Michael (and his entourage) went up to the counter and made his purchase. Twice, actually, because they had to reshoot. The swarm then left (setting the alarm off on their way--I bet Stipe had that Peter Tosh CD down his pants) and things returned to blasé normal. I didn't find The Minds (found 'em here later, I am embarassed to admit) but I had the startling realization that had this occurred 15 years ago, it would have been the greatest moment of my life. Instead I was all like Take your Peter Tosh and your green shirt and your pockmarks and fucking stuff them.***** *Feel free to contribute a better play on an REM lyric, please. My brain hocked this one up as I brushed my teeth this morning. Posted by Dana at 10:43 AM
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Little Man with a Gun in His Hand
Did you see his wallet? Is he loyal to the Bank of America?
(yeah, I know -- it's a stretch.)
And I saw Sarah Ferguson, the former Dutchess of York yesterday! Smell me!)
Posted by: Vidiot at September 16, 2005 11:36 AMBlaming me might work if I hadn't see you minutes later, still flushed with Elijah-proximity arousal...
Posted by: Emma at September 16, 2005 12:32 PMI saw that dude from Murphy Brown at a tattoo convention once.*
You know, the dude who played the painter guy.
I think he killed himself later or something.
that'll teach him to meet me.
* lucky strike had a booth at the convention and was giving out free cigarettes. i think we all got about a carton's worth. I also sleep-peed on one of my friends. Unforgettable.
Posted by: fishfucker at September 16, 2005 01:45 PMwait, michael stipe is a celebrity?
Posted by: reeves at September 16, 2005 01:54 PMEldin? Dead?
I dated a movie star. Dennis Farina. I am not making this up.
But am I impressed by Dana's proximity to M. Stipe? Very. Vidiot and Fergie? Not so much, heh.
Posted by: tizzie at September 16, 2005 01:58 PMtiz, you SO did not date Dennis Farina!
(Did you?)
My dad was in the reserves with Tony Roberts.
Posted by: dana at September 16, 2005 03:02 PMOnce, on Bleecker Street, I had to step off the sidewalk onto the street to make way for Henry Rollins. EATITBITCHEZ!
Posted by: jpoulos at September 16, 2005 03:50 PMMy dad was in the reserves with Tony Roberts.
Max!
Posted by: jpoulos at September 16, 2005 04:26 PMOnly close encounter I ever had: grabbed a smoke within ten feet of Kurt Vonnegut (also grabbing a smoke) at a lecture once.
It was about what you'd imagine.
Posted by: Fes at September 17, 2005 12:48 AMonce, i was at a big time hollywood party. i backed up to get out of the way of jewel and backed RIGHT INTO val kilmer's crotch. he's tall.
Posted by: Lee Ann at September 17, 2005 08:34 PMd00ds. i saw elijah woods in a park, in prague, during the filming of everything is illuminated. HAH!
Posted by: jereitype at September 18, 2005 01:33 AMi DID. True fact. We went to an Italian restaurant and he played Sinatra in the car.
Posted by: tizzie at September 18, 2005 09:09 PM