So there are certain things that you really just can’t NOT blog about. The list being (in case you were wondering):
1) dislike of a certain New York things (i.e. women walking around with yoga mats)
2) weird encounters on streets or subways
3) parties that you happen to be attending in which a pop icon, a fashion icon, and a former President also happen to be attending.
4) any story involving a didgeridoo
I’m gonna go ahead and let you guess which one we’ll be discussing here today. If you guessed #3 you are good. If you guessed #3 and #4 you are correct. I will post this warning now that this post may seem a little “outlandish” but I promise 100% (well maybe 99%) is the God’s honest truth. (I don’t lie about things like didgeridoos. I have morals.) The other 1% will be me speeding up the events of a 6 hour evening into a blog post.
I attended The Tribeca Ball to benefit the New York Art Academy last night. It was a phenomenal event, amazing decor, great food, and some pretty great people you may have heard of. Pardon me while I become a star struck fan for one moment, but there is something pretty surreal about being at a party, talking with friends and then looking up and seeing Justin Timberlake standing next to you. It is one of those moments where you are not sure what to do but passing out seems like a pretty decent option. However instead you smoothly sputter out a sentence fragment, (uh, hi) all the while trying to shut up the 13 year old girl voice in your head screaming “OMG THAT IS JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE!!!”"OMG THAT IS JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE!!!”"OMG THAT IS JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE!!!”"OMG THAT IS JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE!!!” [I will spare you the excessive use of ALL CAPS and just tell you that the same thing happened when I saw and talked to Liev Scriber (who is really a very very nice guy) and Kate and Andy Spade. They are great people.]
So after that JT meltdown moment, the evening continued. Things got back to normal and I was able to contemplate the important stuff. Like how to pluralize ‘didgeridoo’. As I was just about to figure it out my friend grabbed my arm. Now, I was lost in thought so i didn’t think anything of it until I heard “shut up.” For those that don’t know, in girl land that means one of two things. 1) there is someone wearing something so hideous that no words can express it but yet it needs to be shared or 2) there is something happening that is so ‘from left field’ that there are no adult words to express it so we revert back to ‘13 yr old girl -ese’ (read: shut up! a la Mean Girls style). I looked up and there was Bill Clinton. yep. at that point all I could muster to say about the situation was – “sh*t, that’s Bill Clinton.” (eloquent and insightful, I think.) But yes. He came for the after party. How cool is that?
Click here because I still have no words- picture 88 and 91 .
and this one: its about my boy JT.
I know. seriously.
so, is it didgeridoos or didgeridie?
1 Comment
May 6, 2009 at 5:24 pm
The didge is my favorite instrument. Xavior Rudd rocks out on them.