Going out with celebs

I went to the movies with a celeb the other night. I won't name names but she's pretty famous and you would definitely know her name if I said it. And you probably think she's really hot.

The story will be more fun without using her name I think.

Two summers ago my roommate worked on a movie here in the city and this particular celeb--let's call her "Duffy"--was a star in the movie. She and my roommate Kristyn really hit it off. They actually started hanging out like real friends do--getting nails done, watching trashy reality TV. But then Duffy went back to LA because that's where she lives with her super hot husband. Now she's back in the city this summer and my roommate is working as her personal assistant.

Last week I get a text from my roommie: "Sushi with Duffy on Saturday?"

WHAT? Um.....YES WILL PAPARAZZI BE INVOLVED??

Anyway--sushi didn't happen but seeing a movie did. We went to see What Happens In Vegas (Duffy's choice NEVER MINE). And what happened when we got there? Duffy sees us coming and after handing the tickets to Kristyn she turns to me and goes,

"Brandy HI!! It's been so long, how are you??"

In my head I'm thinking, why did we have to come to the emptiest theater in the city? NO ONE is seeing Duffy address me as A FRIEND.

Instead of blurting out "Oh my god your husband is so hot I used to have stickers of him on my Algebra II notebook in 10th grade," I played it cool with a two syllable "Hiiii---eeeee!"and an air kiss.

Watching a movie with an actual movie star is.....different. Every preview I thought to myself, "Was she up for that? Does she hate that girl for getting it? Does she regret every movie choice she made in 1999?"

Then the movie started and the Cameron Diaz hating began.

I personally don't mind Cameron Diaz. The Sweetest Thing is a FANTASTIC movie and she did The Holiday so Cam is okay with me. What Happens In Vegas was a movie I planned to catch on TBS sometime in 2010 but I'm happy to say with the exception of the last 10 minutes, it was actually kind of great. But every few minutes I would hear:

"I mean look at her nose--coke anyone?"

"That's what happens when you do so many drugs."

"Her skin is SO gross. Seriously, stay out of the sun!"

(I thought maybe my roommate would die a little from this comment because she lives her life to be as tan as she can be.)

Usually I hate when people talk during movies, but I was so not over the fact that I was talking shit about celebs WITH a celeb that I was just quiet and listened.

After the movie, we all took a little stroll through Tribeca and walked Duffy home. I haven't been to Tribeca in a minute--I forget that people live like that. It was like walking down a little stretch of cobblestoned elitist paradise. Duffy raved about every restaurant we passed by and I looked wistfully at places that would never DREAM of posting a menu outside or allowing any diner without a reservation that was placed 4 months prior.

She got recognized twice. First at the movies--we were walking out and the girl taking tickets nearly lost her shit. And then when we were standing outside of her apartment, a lady came up and was like

"I'm sorry I just had to come over here and tell you--you're amazing."

What is it like to have someone come up to you and say this and NOT be a homeless man and/or Midtown West construction worker?

She was super nice to the woman and I wondered if she was thinking, "God I'm so gracious to my fans, right?"

The night ended with Duffy giving us hugs and air kisses and this:

"Brandy it was so fun hanging out! I'll know I'll be seeing you all summer!!"

Summer of 2008 will be the summer that my picture ends up in US Weekly.

FINALLY.