So yeah me and like every other woman on the PLANET saw Sex and the City: THE MOVIE tonight. And yes for those of you who love the series and were quivering in your Louboutins just waiting for the fab foursome to hit the big screen, you were not disappointed. It was fabulous and fun and perfect. Exclamation point.
But this is not what I'm writing about.
After the movie ended Plus One, myself, my boss, her two daughters and Lilli Gordon decided to go to the Ritz for a drink (drinkS for me) I knocked back two vodka sodas and a chicken quesedilla and talked about how I have my entire wedding already planned (*cringe* what can I say? vodka makes me crazy).
After dissecting the entire movie and having a few laughs we decided to head out. As we lingered in front of the Ritz I noticed a black car pull up and two guys who appeared to be in their early 20's running up to the car with pens and paper. Obviously they wanted the autograph of whomever was in that car.
Um. It was Martin Scorsese.
Yeah. That guy.
"Holy shit. That's Martin Scorsese," I murmured. And yes, very short in real life in case you were wondering.
I was staring at the Academy Award winning/worked with Matt Damon/cute as a button director when I looked up and saw my friends Iggy and Aisha right in front of me.
"IGGY!'
We hugged and all commented how Martin Scorsese was standing mmmmmaybe five feet from us.
I looked over and saw that he was walking into the Ritz. Lilli Gordon sauntered over and started talking to him. Apparently she knows a brother's cousin's uncle's nephew who is his Godson...? I was watching the entire thing go down. I sort of leaned trying to get in on the action and to make eye contact with Marty. I said in a loud whisper, "CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR OSCAR!!"
He, um, didn't notice.
But this is not what I'm writing about.
After the movie ended Plus One, myself, my boss, her two daughters and Lilli Gordon decided to go to the Ritz for a drink (drinkS for me) I knocked back two vodka sodas and a chicken quesedilla and talked about how I have my entire wedding already planned (*cringe* what can I say? vodka makes me crazy).
After dissecting the entire movie and having a few laughs we decided to head out. As we lingered in front of the Ritz I noticed a black car pull up and two guys who appeared to be in their early 20's running up to the car with pens and paper. Obviously they wanted the autograph of whomever was in that car.
Um. It was Martin Scorsese.
Yeah. That guy.
"Holy shit. That's Martin Scorsese," I murmured. And yes, very short in real life in case you were wondering.
I was staring at the Academy Award winning/worked with Matt Damon/cute as a button director when I looked up and saw my friends Iggy and Aisha right in front of me.
"IGGY!'
We hugged and all commented how Martin Scorsese was standing mmmmmaybe five feet from us.
I looked over and saw that he was walking into the Ritz. Lilli Gordon sauntered over and started talking to him. Apparently she knows a brother's cousin's uncle's nephew who is his Godson...? I was watching the entire thing go down. I sort of leaned trying to get in on the action and to make eye contact with Marty. I said in a loud whisper, "CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR OSCAR!!"
He, um, didn't notice.