Recent Sightings

Like the previous 9 months of this year, October is passing us by in a flash. It has brought what seems to be an early winter (the first Nor'easter of the season is upon us right now, but so far it's a pretty lame one.) While Eric is the one crying about putting his shorts away for the year, I'm the one who actually seems to be resisting the change in weather the most. Case in point- last week most of the city busted out their heavy duty winter clothes. Instead of t-shirts and shorts, everyone was suddenly decked out in in Northface and Uggs (a little extreme for 45 degrees, if you ask me). I, on the other hand, decided the best thing to do would be to wear a dress and flip flops (and a scarf, for warmth, duh.) NOT SMART. VERY COLD.

Speaking of cold weather, last Monday was a day off (HALLELUJAH! COLUMBUS DAY!). Because of said non-warm weather, I spent most of the day curled up with my favorite furry friend. I did, however, venture outside because rumor had it that they were filming the second Sex and the City movie just up the street! Though you'd think I would be completely unfazed by this now that I live in the big, exciting city (you mean another film crew? Please, give me something more exciting than that), obviously, this was not to be missed. So I half-bundled up and set out into the brisk and freezing wind. Sure enough, the streets around Lincoln Center were packed with movie trailers and clusters of paparazzi were huddled on corners, cameras in tow.

At last! I had actually stumbled onto a movie set where I might see someone famous! But, despite the Hollywood lot surroundings, there were no skinny, beautiful, heavily made-up starlets in sight. So then I was forced to make a big decision- should I keep my hand tightly clenched on my camera and pal around with the paparrazzi, waiting all day in the cold to take a picture of SJP, like some kind of crazed fan (which I may actually be, somewhere very, very deep down inside), or do I behave rationally and go back home to my nice cat and warm apartment?

It really was a tough choice, and I'm not even kidding.

But, in the end, normal behavior won out, and I circled the block for one last hope of a glimpse of TV's most famous foursome, and then headed back home- satisfied that I had tried to be a crazed fan, but held myself back for the sake of remaining a respectable person. I did see Pat Field, who designs all their ridiculous costumes, smoking a cigarette and yelling at someone on the phone, and I saw a lot of limos by the Empire Hotel, AND I saw very skinny, beautiful, heavily made-up people dressed in ridiculous fashions filming inside PJ Clarke's. I couldn't see faces, but I know they were in there, so actually I pretty much was part of the action.

Totally successful Columbus Day, I say.