13th Mar 2005
Taller in Person
One of the fringe benefits of living in New York City is the occasional celebrity sighting. It’s a double-edged sword, though, as you naturally want to gawk, but you know that as a New Yorker you’re supposed to be above that kind of thing.
And then, what are you supposed to do with that experience? Tell your friends? “Guess what, I saw Tim Robbins in a liquor store in Chelsea the other night.” “Really, what was he doing?” “Buying a bottle of booze.” “What?” “I don’t know. I didn’t want to stare. I did hope to catch his eye and wanted to say something cool (’Dude, way to fly that freak flag! Stay strong, my brother.’), but I didn’t get a chance.”
Or worse, what, blog about it? Ugh. No, I’d like to think I’m more mature than that, thank you.
(He’s got to be 6′4″ if he’s an inch!)
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