On Saturday night I went out with some friends to a Halloween party on the Lower East Side. I was so excited because I put a TON of time into my costume this year. I was committed to going as She-ra, and since you can't buy a costume, I had to make mine. With the help of my very crafty friend Natasha, I pulled it off perfectly.
Here's a picture of Shannon and me, she's a Freudian Slip (there's a slip under that jacket).
On the way to meet Shannon a few girls on the street asked if I was Wonder Woman. I said no, I was She-ra. They asked, "Is she like and Egyptian Wonder Woman?" I replied, "No, she's a super hero from the 80s, you guys probably weren't even born yet." To which I was curtly corrected, "Hey, I was born in 89!" Touche.
On the subway a whole car of people again thought I was Wonder Woman. I'm still puzzled by the WW confusion.
Also on the subway one woman recognized the costume and asked to take my picture. That was pretty funny. Oh yeah, I'm somebody now.
Once at the bar there were a bunch of people that recognized She-ra, and they all loved the costume. There were two guys who were dressed as the Dick in a Box guys, and that was pretty good. I stopped to compliment and chat with them but they didn't know who I was. One of them though I was some kind of Grecian superhero... I guess I can see that. But since I decided before going out that I wouldn't entertain any boys who didn't know who I was (because they would be too young), I had to move on.
I had a funny short conversation with a pirate guy as I was waiting for my drink at the bar:
Guy: You're cute!
Me: Thanks.
Guy: So what are you? Other than cute?
Me: She-ra.
Guy: Is that from Chronicles of Narnia?
Me: Um, no.
Guy: Well, you look really cute.
Me: Thanks. *smirk* Bye.
When I turned with my drink there was a guy dressed as a Ghostbuster. He recognized She-ra and we had a little "We love the 80s because we were born before the decade started" moment.
It was a lot of fun seeing all the costumes people had on. There were lots of pirates, Wonder Women, and slutty whatevers. I was pretty slutty too, but that's not my fault... that's just how She-ra rolls.
I saw a presidential candidate on the street today across the street from my office. He has no shot at winning, but I would vote for him. I walked right past Stephen Colbert. I wish I had stopped to say something, but I never do. I figure that I don't like being bugged out on the street, a celeb must hate it. So I left him alone to continue his conversation.
I must be getting more "New York"... I'm finally starting to recognize celebrities out in the world. Sweet.
I hate science. Just when the science guys convince you that your drinking habit is helping your cholesterol it turns out it's also giving you cancer. Want lower blood pressure? Have some dark chocolate... but you had also better head to the gym to burn off the extra calories. What these dichotomies are basically saying (to me) is that you should choose your vices based on what you would like to die of. Because, let's face it, a life without a few vices is a life not worth living. So you'd be healthy and prolong a really boring existence. Not for me. I'm off to buy some chocolate with liquor in the middle.
I've been in NY for a year, and I keep missing celebrity sightings (Derek Jeter doesn't count, I was there to see him, it's only a sighting if they are out on the street with the real people). Celebs pass me by, and people tell me, "Hey, that was what's-his-name!" But poof, they are gone. In my second week here Mark Ruffalo sat down right next to me at lunch and I didn't even notice. Michael Kors walked right past Jose and I on the street... didn't see him. But today I finally saw someone. It was someone most people probably wouldn't recognize, but I sure did. As I was buying Halloween candy at Duane Reade I was watching Michael Patrick King direct his people on how to set up the store for an upcoming movie shoot. A Big movie that everyone (at least all the women) in New York are talking about. A movie that is leading to celeb sightings all over town because the city is one of the characters and it would never be filmed anywhere else. Do you know which movie? Michael Patrick King is the producer, writer and sometimes director of Sex and the City, and he was setting up a shot for Friday. For me, he's a big celebrity. Maybe I'll go back on Friday and see if they need any extras!
On the way to meet Shannon a few girls on the street asked if I was Wonder Woman. I said no, I was She-ra. They asked, "Is she like and Egyptian Wonder Woman?" I replied, "No, she's a super hero from the 80s, you guys probably weren't even born yet." To which I was curtly corrected, "Hey, I was born in 89!" Touche.
