The Exhaustion continues--but wait! There's Ethan Hawke!
I am back! I have landed in New York! Or is it that New York has landed on me? Listen folks, not like you need to hear it from me, but these last few days have taught me that you can follow a dream, and STILL have LOTS to complain about! You can follow a dream and wonder what the hell you are thinking! You can follow a dream and feel crabby as all get out!
I am reminded of why I hate moving so much, how change is exciting in the idea stage, but really uncomforatble in the launching stage. As per usual, I feel really tired and strung out. It's hot here. I miss my things. My relief of not spending all my time in a car, on a highway, is replaced by the reality that I am spending all my time in the cacoon of a subway car. I know it will get better, but right now, I am literally dizzy with activity, and things to do.
Yesterday I was thinking, how does anyone ever get "discovered" here? EVERYONE looks like a rock star, model, or arty type. The fashion here wouldn't fly anywhere else, but somehow it's just how it is here. The new kid feeling in me feels like I wore my best dress, only to find out it's from Kmart and everyone knows it. I feel like I am walking around the cafeteria, wondering where to eat lunch.
But here's a tasty morsel: While walking to the god-forsaken U-Haul place in Chelsea, I saw Ethan Hawke--slacker actor extraordinaire! I like spotting celebs in New York better than anywhere. In L.A., it's kind of expected, being the industry town that it is. New York kind of feels like the way Disney Land feels, when you're trying to find Mickey Mouse or Donald Duck. Want to see Sleeping Beauty? Go to Fantasyland! Want to see Ethan Hawke? Go to Chelsea!
Graham got a little jealous. He said I was looking for Ethan Hawke. He said that I had my "Ethan-dar" out. He's probably right. He actually had been on my mind, because we walked by the red faced Chelsea Hotel, and I thought of the movie he directed there, Chelsea Walls. Wouldn't you know it? Ten minutes later, he's walking with his blond son, Roan. I kind of think these sightings are charms among the maze, representing good luck. I'll take it.
Thank you to everyone who's been commenting lately. I am not going to pretend that I don't RUSH to see if someone has commented. I am not that cool. I LOVE comments! After being out of touch, seeing a few new ones made my heart sing.
I am reminded of why I hate moving so much, how change is exciting in the idea stage, but really uncomforatble in the launching stage. As per usual, I feel really tired and strung out. It's hot here. I miss my things. My relief of not spending all my time in a car, on a highway, is replaced by the reality that I am spending all my time in the cacoon of a subway car. I know it will get better, but right now, I am literally dizzy with activity, and things to do.
Yesterday I was thinking, how does anyone ever get "discovered" here? EVERYONE looks like a rock star, model, or arty type. The fashion here wouldn't fly anywhere else, but somehow it's just how it is here. The new kid feeling in me feels like I wore my best dress, only to find out it's from Kmart and everyone knows it. I feel like I am walking around the cafeteria, wondering where to eat lunch.
But here's a tasty morsel: While walking to the god-forsaken U-Haul place in Chelsea, I saw Ethan Hawke--slacker actor extraordinaire! I like spotting celebs in New York better than anywhere. In L.A., it's kind of expected, being the industry town that it is. New York kind of feels like the way Disney Land feels, when you're trying to find Mickey Mouse or Donald Duck. Want to see Sleeping Beauty? Go to Fantasyland! Want to see Ethan Hawke? Go to Chelsea!
Graham got a little jealous. He said I was looking for Ethan Hawke. He said that I had my "Ethan-dar" out. He's probably right. He actually had been on my mind, because we walked by the red faced Chelsea Hotel, and I thought of the movie he directed there, Chelsea Walls. Wouldn't you know it? Ten minutes later, he's walking with his blond son, Roan. I kind of think these sightings are charms among the maze, representing good luck. I'll take it.
Thank you to everyone who's been commenting lately. I am not going to pretend that I don't RUSH to see if someone has commented. I am not that cool. I LOVE comments! After being out of touch, seeing a few new ones made my heart sing.
posted by Summer Pierre at
4:17 PM
2 Comments:
Also keep your Ethan-dar on in Soho. I almost followed him a few blocks down West Broadway one time...but he escaped me...lucky girl.
That was one thing i loved about New York, the celebrities you saw weren't so much "celebrities" in the LA sense but they're actually people you admire and would like to see. Here I'm stuck with Jessica Simpson's dad and Throw-aways from the Real World Road Rules Challenge, but there I poured coffee for Paul Giamatti and Parker Posey...
Enjoy it! New York is so full of magic.
Welcome to NY, doll! And please, oh PUH LEEZE do not get intimidated by the wares at all. I never do. I was just at a swank hotel in the meatpacking last night and my friend and I gawked at everyone - why oh WHY was everyone wearing cowboy boots, SUEDE no less, in ONE THOUSAND degree heat. I ignore it and revel in my own style. You're going to love Brooklyn, esp. Williamsburg - you get the city, however, with the volume turned down.
It's hot, kiddo, but it will get cooler. Think Baggot Inn, Lion's Dean, Knitting Factory - just a sample of all the amazing places you will be performing at, no doubt.
Also - go to Celebrate Brooklyn - Ben Lee & Ben Folds are playing soon.
And the food, the parks, the cool people, this is ONLY the beginning.
cheers, felicia
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