Okay, so I saw so many celebrities when I was in Manhattan on my way to Maine from Florida and then back again. Not at the airport (you don’t even want to know about how many of my flights got cancelled/delayed, or how long I sat on how many tarmacs, etc), but just randomly on the street/in department stores/dining establishments.
New York City is totally the new, cooler Hollywood (you already knew that, though).
Anyway, first when I was at Barney’s–where I heard a rumor that Stella McCartney was supposedly having a trunk show (but it turned out to be a different day) and I couldn’t resist popping in since in addition to needing a new suitcase (I was actually at Tumi, around the corner), I also need a new handbag, there was Sarah Silverman, right there, shopping for bags!
I’m going to be totally honest you: She looked a bit sad (then again, the prices at Barney’s made me sad, too) in her baseball cap and sweatshirt and Converse high tops, though her alabaster skin and jet black hair were glowing like always.
I wanted to go up to her and give her a big hug and be all, “Sarah, I’m so sorry about you and Jimmy Kimmel breaking up, I know it’s not true about you and Matt Damon because he and his wife just had a baby, and I loved your movie and I can’t wait for the next season of your show on Comedy Central. Cheer up, let’s both get out of here and go to Saks, where there’s that fun restaurant on the fourth floor and they have things that are other colors besides beige like here at Barney’s!”
But I didn’t, because I don’t know Sarah, and she would have thought I was an insane stalker type person, I’m sure.
But wait! So then He Who Shall Not Be Named In This Blog’s Best Friend Since Kindergarten wanted to meet us for dinner at Waverly Inn, which as you know is where Lindsay and Samantha ALWAYS eat when they’re in the city. And I’m dying to see Lindsay and Samantha together in the flesh, because I think it’s so sweet how Lindsay is doing so much better now that she’s found love.
But they weren’t there that night, which was such a bummer, because I never get to see Lindsay on the rare occasions when I go to the hot places where paparazzi is hanging out, even though I write about people who do.
But then HWSNBNITBBFSK said, “Maybe she’ll be at the Box,” and I pretended like I knew what he was talking about even though I didn’t, and when we got there, I realized that the Box is the club Chuck Bass on Gossip Girl bought to impress his father, which honestly I thought was fake, but it’s real!
But by two AM Lindsay still hadn’t shown up, and the show still hadn’t started and I was so sleepy I wanted to go home…until I noticed the lovely, glowing woman in white and her stunningly handsome date sitting at the table next to us…it was Susan Sarandon and Tim Robbins (who I think were there for the Sting after-party…but no, I never saw Sting, either)!
And I think Susan Sarandon’s daughter Eva Amurri (who is on the cover of this month’s BUST magazine) was with them…but it might have been someone else.
This is Eva, Susan, and Tim at a cocktail party at the UN.
And I wanted to go up to them and say, “Oh my God you guys are such a fabulous couple and Susan, I just loved you in everything you’ve ever been in, and Tim, I’m still too scared to watch Mystic River but I’ve loved everything else you’ve been in, and Eva, if that’s you, I loved you in Saved! when you played McCauley Culkin’s girlfriend, and, well, hi!”
But of course I didn’t. Because I didn’t want to interrupt them and because they might have thought I was a weirdo.
And then as if that were not enough, we were at the deli (not the same night, but the next day) to buy milk for our cereal or whatever, and who should come in, but Little Steven van Zandt, who played Silvio on The Sopranos (he’s also the guitar player for Bruce Springsteen’s E Street Band).
He very graciously signed autographs for the people who asked even though that made it take him about half an hour to get his stuff and after he left everyone who got his autograph was beaming and saying how nice he was, which is what you want in a celebrity…unless it’s Russell Crowe, in which case you want him to throw a phone at someone.
But of course I didn’t go up to him because I was too shy. It was fun enough just watching him from afar, especially because he was wearing one of his headscarve thingies.
And now I’m back to reality, which means back to work, which means revising, and preparing for my book tour (I bought the wrong suitcase. It’s much too small for all my beauty products, which seem to increase astronomically every time I go anywhere, not to mention my clothes. I don’t know what I was thinking. And I don’t have a handbag big enough to fit my computer and all the many other things I will need throughout the day, such as lip gloss and Sharpies and Aleve and sunglasses and reading glasses and a change of shoes, not to mention candy and an iPhone if I ever get one, which I fully intend one of these days, and, oh, I don’t know, a million other things that end up in my bag at the end of the day, until I’m going, “Why is my bag so HEAVY?” And I look inside, and I’m like, “Oh, that’s why”).
But in between running around trying frantically to get all that done, I was delighted to see that E. Lockhart’s excellent book, The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks, got the most amazing review in the New York Times. Yay!
And September is bringing in the most amazing crop of new books, I can hardly believe it. Hopefully I’ll get a chance to read them all. In the meantime, I’m just glad to be home, and catching up with things, and will update my tour dates as soon as my publisher gives me more info! Right now, we’ve updated the tour page with the most up to date information we’ve received, including a newly added public signing at Waterstones in Piccadilly, London on Saturday September 20 at 11AM. I hope people will be able to attend (it’s ticketed, so apply now).
Hope to see you there! London’s a pretty big place, so maybe there’ll even be some celebrities. Who knows? I’ll be happy just to see YOU!