Bill and I went to see Seminar last night starring Alan Rickman, Jerry O'Connell (the fat kid in Stand By Me who is now thin and married to Rebecca Romjin) and three other people with no bloggable fame. (I'm assuming everyone reading our blog knows who Alan Rickman. If not, please google and start renting movies immediately.)
I've been to plenty of Broadway shows and somehow never noticed that people line up afterwards at the stage door to see the actors come out. Of course I've seen pictures of this happening in magazines but I never actually saw it in real life. When we exited the theater, there was a small group waiting behind metal barriers so I grabbed Bill and went behind the line to be groupies. After a nobody came out to tell us that Mr Rickman will only sign material from Seminar (which made me start to wonder what people generally ask him to sign rather than the show playbill), we were rewarded in short order with many photos and an autograph.
Jennie was so excited after our Rickman rendezvous that she told a random couple on the elevator that she and Rickman had a one on one connection. "He's still thinking about me, " she told them as they fled the elevator.
Which reminds me of our encounter with the Middle Eastern man who works at the little convenience store around the corner. He said to me as he was looking at Jen "She ees very pretty". My comment back was "She is beautiful ...... but she's dumb as a stump." I'm not sure he understood the phrase.
Here is us gallery hopping. Jennie is inspired by the giant tiger photos behind her. We discovered a new artist, Eric Fischl (he's new to us, been around forever, apparently).
We took a walk on the Highline. We can't say enough about this park. It's everything you'd want in a government project. We love it, love it.
4 comments:
I only wish I could change this type to GREEN to express my envy!
WOW!!! Alan (I call him Alan because I've known him, longer than you guys have) is one of my all-time favorites.
Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaking suspicion... love actually is all around.
awww.... love that movie - and that is the best part of it...
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