This post was supposed to be about our triumphant return to Theatre after boycotting Broadway for several months to show our anger over the closing of our favorite shows. However, this post is actually about me being an idiot at the show and therefore is much more interesting.
Friday afternoon, Meghan and I took our extremely cold selves down to Times Square to stand in line for discount tickets. We stood in line for much longer than we thought we’d have to given the 17 degree weather and the biting wind and the instant numbing of our extremities. When we got to the front of the line we decided to see an off-Broadway spoof of Broadway shows as that felt like a fitting way to come back to live Theatre, by mocking what we’re still a little pissed at.
Anyway, we get to the theatre and a nice woman says “oh, are you in this row?” and we were the last two seats in the row. So, we say “yes” and her entire party gets up for us to get into the row. As I’m walking past this woman, I look her in the face and say “guess we should have gotten here first” and she makes some nice lady reply and we take our seats. Okay, nothing abnormal about that.
Then I remind Meghan to turn off her phone, as I do at all movies or live events since she can never seem to remember, even when they ask you to at the movies, but that’s a story for another day. Anyway, I see that she is texting, and I look over and it’s for me to read. And it says “wouldn’t it be funny if I had left my phone on and my phone rang and it was a Sex and the City ringtone?” Well, I didn’t know how that would be any funnier than any other ringtone ruining the show for everyone and I certainly didn’t understand why she texted it to me instead of saying it, so I lightly smiled and moved on with my life. Meghan and I are so different that the things that she thinks are funny I often to do not and vice versa, so I didn’t think anything of my not understanding what she was saying. It happens all the time.
Flash forward to after the show as we are getting in our taxi-that’s how cold it was. We get in the taxi and she says “great seats”. And I say “yeah”. Again a little confused as to why she is saying that now, but again chocking it up to my lack of understanding of most things Meghan. And then she says “I mean, we were sitting next to Cynthia Nixon!” To which I reply, “WHAT?!” After a lengthly discussion in the taxi I realize that the nice lady I talked to and looked right in the face was Miranda from Sex and the City. She’s my favorite character on the show and I didn’t even realize it was her! And it’s not like she was walking down the street and I didn’t notice her, I talked to her and squished by her to get to my seat and still missed it! What? It was at this point that Meghans Sex and the City ringtone comment made sense and she realized that I wasn’t playing is super cool as she thought I was in the theatre, I just had no idea what was going on…in our row…two seats away from us. I mean, Meghan was sitting next to her daughter and hearing everything they said and I was just in my own, no celebrity here, world. Crap-it!
And the strange thing is, I always see celebrities and have to point them out to Meghan and Lisa when we are out walking or whatever. But, put one in my face and I’ve got nothing. This is so unexpected. It makes me wonder how many other famous people I have talked to and had no idea…
