I Saw Hilary Duff and Joel Madden
November 08, 2005
I was trying to think of another title for this post but, what the fuck, this one will do. Let's be upfront about it. I bet those of you who have been long-term readers were wondering when I'd post another celebrity sighting. (Fuck Gawker Stalker.)
By the way, it's my birthday. And by the way, I also saw the short woman from SNL, but who cares?
Basically, I was sitting in the Starbucks on Union Square North, having a conversation with my mom about the future and my career plans and the fact that my brother still smokes like a Jamaican chimney, when I kind of realised that the dude standing behind me was none-other than Joel Madden from Good Charlotte.
Wewerethisclose.
Now ... I'm not really into the make-up on guys look but I thought to myself, while I double-taked, that he was a pretty handsome guy. Legitimately. Then I hear my mom, in the distance, saying, "look at that tiny little dog."
A dead giveaway.
Joel Madden doesn't own a tiny little dog. Hilary Duff does.
So of course, I discretely peer around Madden, as he sits down at the table next to mine, and I glimpse the blonde hair the aura of pop-starness and the tiny-ass dog. It was her. She was on her cell phone, doing what I do sometimes when I don't want to talk to any of the plebians around me - killing time. They had a big black bouncer-man with them too. I kind of felt for the guy. What must it be like to babysit these people, get their coffee for them, converse with the little people, telling them to move their chairs or get out of the way or not to take pictures?
My mom was fucking classic. She kept talking loudly about the dog and the Duffster: "She's too thin! She's waaay too thin! Turn and look! Look now, while she's looking away! Go on! Look at her!" I'm all: "Mom! I've seen her in the magazines, I don't have to look at her! Stop saying that. You're being ig-nant right now! Stop!"
I'm really against being the typical fan, going up and making useless small talk with these people. You know they don't give a shit. I don't want to be thought of as "that random girl who talked to us in Starbucks." Cause that's all we are to them. It's all we're allowed to be. At the same time ... I'm fucking kicking myself right now. I actually LIKE the Duffster. From what I know of her, she's a sweet girl. I'm not a huge fan of her work but I did shell out to see her last film. And Joel Madden? Eh ... he's cute. I should've said something. I should've been the dumb-ass fan. What did I have to lose, apart from my inflated sense of pride?
By the way, it's my birthday. And by the way, I also saw the short woman from SNL, but who cares?
Basically, I was sitting in the Starbucks on Union Square North, having a conversation with my mom about the future and my career plans and the fact that my brother still smokes like a Jamaican chimney, when I kind of realised that the dude standing behind me was none-other than Joel Madden from Good Charlotte.
Wewerethisclose.
Now ... I'm not really into the make-up on guys look but I thought to myself, while I double-taked, that he was a pretty handsome guy. Legitimately. Then I hear my mom, in the distance, saying, "look at that tiny little dog."
A dead giveaway.
Joel Madden doesn't own a tiny little dog. Hilary Duff does.
So of course, I discretely peer around Madden, as he sits down at the table next to mine, and I glimpse the blonde hair the aura of pop-starness and the tiny-ass dog. It was her. She was on her cell phone, doing what I do sometimes when I don't want to talk to any of the plebians around me - killing time. They had a big black bouncer-man with them too. I kind of felt for the guy. What must it be like to babysit these people, get their coffee for them, converse with the little people, telling them to move their chairs or get out of the way or not to take pictures?
My mom was fucking classic. She kept talking loudly about the dog and the Duffster: "She's too thin! She's waaay too thin! Turn and look! Look now, while she's looking away! Go on! Look at her!" I'm all: "Mom! I've seen her in the magazines, I don't have to look at her! Stop saying that. You're being ig-nant right now! Stop!"
I'm really against being the typical fan, going up and making useless small talk with these people. You know they don't give a shit. I don't want to be thought of as "that random girl who talked to us in Starbucks." Cause that's all we are to them. It's all we're allowed to be. At the same time ... I'm fucking kicking myself right now. I actually LIKE the Duffster. From what I know of her, she's a sweet girl. I'm not a huge fan of her work but I did shell out to see her last film. And Joel Madden? Eh ... he's cute. I should've said something. I should've been the dumb-ass fan. What did I have to lose, apart from my inflated sense of pride?
