Psychics and Stars

Happy Father’s Day!

If you’re wondering what I did yesterday, don’t. I don’t think I need to tell you about sleeping in till 5, only to fall back asleep (after eating breakfast/dinner) until 9:30, and finally waking up again, watching the end of the Notebook, and crying.

Because we slept so much yesterday, me and Patricia found ourselves wide awake at 4:30 AM with the uncomfortable prospect of getting up early for church on the horizon. So we decided to just not go to sleep. Instead we read books, ate cocoa pebbles, and…well, actually… that’s it, now that I think about it. Hm.

At 6:30 we started getting ready and were on the train by 8:30. We caught the 10:15 mass at St. Patrick’s. My first Catholic Mass, and it was in a huge and BEAUTIFUL cathedral in New York City on 5th Avenue! Strange how things work out. For my first mass, I enjoyed it and thought the more traditional aspects that don’t exist in my church were interesting and cool. Although I did feel like a child at times, glancing at people (mostly Patricia) out of the corner of my eye to know what to do, when to kneel, when to make the sign of the cross, etc. The only thing I didn’t like was that tourists were using camcorders during the service, and during communion! Communion, people? Seriously? Have SOME respect…

For lunch we went to Friday’s, BADLY in need of some good ol’ fried appetizer goodness. We ate way too much, and ended up hobbling over to Bryant Park to read and digest and write postcards and soak up some sun and NYC-on-a-Sunday-afternoon atmosphere. We happened to sit next to this guy who we accidentally made friends with when we first asked him where to get stamps and then proceeded to carry on one of our normal conversations with each other, which he apparently thoroughly enjoyed and was entertained by. We discovered he was studying for an exam at work (some stock/Wall Street/money job) and was 31, though he didn’t look any older than 24 or so. I’m not sure how long the three of us sat there, him studying and occasionally cutting in, and us talking to each other and occasionally feeding white pigeons a stale bagel. Maybe 3 hours? Finally he left and a little later me and Patricia, now much less full, wandered away trying to find a place to buy postcard stamps.

Well, we didn’t find any FedEx or anything, but in our search did accidentally find a street fair on 6th avenue! Lots of jewelry, handbags, food, crafts, etc. Me and Patricia did both buy really beautiful glass necklaces, though.

Then—okay, you’re not going to believe this—we got our fortunes told by a psychic! It was only $5 once we made ourselves seem so poor that she lowered the price, and it was fun, if nothing else. Apparently I’m going to be successful at a young age, be married once, have 3 children, 2 of which will be twins… among other things. Jeez. Twins? No thanks.

Then we were about to take the subway to Greenwich Village and the Meatpacking District, when we look across the street to Radio City and see the RED CARPET for the Tony’s, complete with photographers, news crews, bodyguards, screaming fans, and barriers.

Of COURSE we got in on that.

We squeezed in at a part of the sidewalk where the cars and limos stop to let their people out, so it was really a pretty good spot. It was made better when, due to the hysterical squealing at the tiny glimpse of Daniel Radcliffe I got between someone’s arms and neck, the two ladies in front of us let us move up to their spots and have a better view! I guess Patricia claiming that he’s her “future husband” and me exclaiming proudly that I saw Laura Linney’s hair made them take pity on us or something. Works for me!

Here are some of the people we saw tonight:

1. Dan Radcliffe
2. David Hyde Pierce
3. Laura Linney
4. Bradley Whitford
5. Cheryl Hines
6. Julie Chen
7. The lead singer for some band everyone else seemed to have heard of but not us?
8. Lily Tomlin
9. Glenn Close was there but I couldn’t see her
10. THE BROADWAY LION KING CAST! (!!!!!)

It was so way cool to even be in that crowd though! It was sweaty and exhausting, but a good tale to tell. And we found it by accident, too!

When we got home I promptly passed out at about 9 (would have watched the actual Tony’s but the roommate was ASLEEP when we got home at 8:30 and we couldn’t turn on the TV GAH). For some reason I woke up at the split second that the roommate switched off the lights, and then could not go back to sleep, once I realized I was still in my dress and makeup and wearing my contacts and also was kind of hungry.

So now I am up and Patricia is asleep.

Whoa as I typed that she woke up. Freaky.