A few years ago I flew to New York to visit BFF Mariana with the third of our Three Amigos, Amy. I was 3.5 months pregnant and just beginning to experience the ever-so-delightful perma-nauseum that accompanies the miracle of pregnancy. As we slowly rolled out of bed on our first morning, jet-lagged and starving (yes, I still felt hungry through the nausea, it’s a wonderful combination), Amy and I debated our options for our morning meal. Mern had already headed to the hospital for her shift, so Amy and I were left to our own devices. It didn’t take much time for us to decide we were in need of a New York City bagel…STAT. Good thing Gramercy Bagel was right across the street.
Here is where the conflict of my story comes in…Through the pukey hunger pains I needed to contemplate…Do I take time to put on make-up, brush my teeth, comb my hair and make myself presentable for the inevitable New York City Star Sighting or do I just throw on my nappy, stanky, airplane-stenched jeans and take care of my grumbling tummy and growing fetus? This may seem like a no-brainer but to me it was a difficult decision of epic proportions: On one hand… I RARELY go anywhere without make-up — at least my brows, mascara and lipgloss – and particularly if there is a chance of seeing a friend, foe, ex or celebrity. Vain? Maybe. Precautious? Yes. Silly? Completely. But that’s the way it is, or at least was before I had kids. On the other hand…Hunger and I are not friends, particularly when I am pregnant. So the insatiable baby in my belly won and against my better judgment, and everything I stand for, I threw on the stale jeans, whipped up a pony and we headed for food. As I trepidatiously stepped into the elevator, Amy noticed my reluctance and said, “Don’t worry Mare, who would we possibly see? We’ll only be gone a minute.”
Do you know where this is going?
We moseyed across the street to Gramercy Bagel with the cool New York air in our unkempt hair and before either of us landed both feet in the door, we saw him. Hot hotterson funny man, even with a beanie, flannel and the “I partied pretty hard last night” eyes, Jimmy Fallon. We looked at him, and immediately whipped our heads back at each other. Without a word we knew it was him and I knew I was going to KILL her when we got back to the apartment. A mental image of my browless, glossless, nappy haired countenance made me shiver…Are you kidding me right now? I patted my pockets in hopes of finding at least a tube of Bonnie Bell chapstick (cherry maybe?) but to no avail.
Disgruntled yet star-struck and sweaty-palmed, and still starving, we got behind him in line. He was thowin’ out fist bumps and “what ups” to all the homies behind the counter. They knew his order. He was a local, a regular. We were in his territory and I was beyond, beyond…Not sure what I even ordered. As we neared the register, he dropped a penny. Pretty sure it was a magic penny. Or in the very least a funny one. So there was the penny on the ground. I wanted sooooo badly to say something witty, clever, memorable. Then he would look at my cute baby belly (not the browless face) and make a comment like, “Oh, you’re pregnant, you should name your baby Penny?” Or something witty like that. And that would be our moment. But no. That’s not how it happened. The penny fell between Jimmy and Amy. She picked it up and gave it back to him and he said “No, you should keep it for good luck,” or some shit like that. Being the attention hog that I am I poked my head around her and tried to speak, but all that came out was, “Good penny, luck you, hee hee.” Oh for shit’s sake! This is my moment with Jimmy Fallon?
But then I realized, oh ya…I’m married, happily, and to a hottie by the way. And…on top of that pretty important detail, he’s a SUPER DUPER famous guy. And he ordered two cups of coffee, probably to take back home to his lovely fiancé. But yet… it was a brief fling in a bagel shop. And it was a fun story. We smiled all day. And continued to look for him, once we had our make-up on. Just in case…
I’m telling this story tonight, on the eve of a VERY IMPORTANT DAY TOMORROW…
1) My sister Laurie’s Birthday – Happy B-day LaLa~
2) My friend Flo is having her second baby girl – Go get ‘em Flo!
3) Late Night with JIMMY FALLON begins – With special guests: Robert DeNiro and are you ready for this one…JUSTIN TIMBELAKE…What??? Can you tell I am bursting out of my skin with excitement right now?
Good luck Jimmy, knock ‘em dead!
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