Working Weekend

Meredith and I are working all weekend this weekend.  She’s working the worst shifts at the restaurant and I’m working this weekend long event for work.  We’ll both be standing the whole time, running right round baby right round like a record baby right round, round round and both be super stoked about life.  I love working through the weekend.  Dancing through life, just like these obgs!

Searching for Bobby Pattinson

he's smiling at me

So today I kind of stumbled upon a jackpot.  And if by stumble I mean plotted and by jackpot I mean a tween heartthrob.  I’m not even sure why I’m kind of obsessed with Robert Pattinson because he seems a little too hipster to by my type and yet…the infatuation ensues.

I heard from various interweb gossip sites that RPattz (the name that Seth and Eva affectionately gave him) was filming at NYU.  Annie, my co-worker who also adores the film star, and I decided to head over there during our lunch hour to possibly catch a glimpse of the guy who plays a sparkly vampire.

We eventually find our way to the crowds (about 20 or so girls, gays and old people who wanted to know what the fuss was all about) and with the help of the other fans, we spotted Him.  I mean, it is hard to miss that tall, gangly, perfectly/messily coiffed hair, clad in plaid, smoking a cigarette, chiseled jawbone, gorgeousness of a guy.

the other girls that decided to spend their lunch hours stalking rpattz

Annie and I got there at a good time because there weren’t any screaming tweens.  I mean, sure there were a bunch of girls taking pictures, but no one was yelling, fainting or crying. For the most part, it was pretty calm.  I guess later more kids showed up and started freaking out to the point that he had to dash into his trailer.  Yeah.  People are weird.

if you squint you can see the plaid

Back to my own stalking (which was not creepy at all).  Annie and I found a little spot and  took some pictures.  Annie’s iphone couldn’t zoom in enough  so I took out my camera and zoomed in and snapped away.  Although he was far away, he was shooting a walking scene so as he walked down the sidewalk, he got closer to where we were perched.  We actually didn’t freak out, but we were giddy and, Annie and I did high five ourselves for our efforts and awesomeness and then went over to the NY Dosa cart (vegan, what what) then headed back to the office.

I guess some intern over at Daily Intel of nymag.com also went over to WSP to check out RPattz and it must have been after we left that the crowd went apeshit crazy, freaked out and the intern was unable to take any pictures.  Daily Intel posted his observations sans photographic evidence.  Annie came over to my desk and urged me to send my pics to them, “Mel, your pictures are awesome.  You need to bring over your pictures.”  Meanwhile, I was in a group gchat with the other rabid RPattz fans–Seth, Eva, Andrea, Jessica and Nicole–about my sighting and they were getting ticked off (to put it lightly) that I didn’t bring a camera cord with me to upload the pictures immediately.  I mean, the fact that I had my camera at all is a blessing.

Anyway, to make an even longer story longer: I e-mailed Jess Pressler at Daily Intel that I had pictures, she asked me to bring them over, a photo editor took them from my camera card, me: do i need to sign anything? photo editor: not really?, deal was sealed with a high five (true story), 15 minutes later Daily Intel posted my photos in a slideshow and listed me as the source, which meant that I made my “editorial debut” on nymag.com as the creeper and taking pictures of a tween heartthrob.  Awesome.  What’s cool is that now that page is one of the most viewed pages on nymag.com.  I feel so…famous-ish.  Ah, fame.  So fleeting.  I should join “I’m a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here” while I still can.

However, I’m not going to lie, after talking about this all day and uploading the pictures, I’m a little bit over the “celeb stalking” thing. I don’t know.  It’s kind of creepy to know that I’m probably not the only person who’s posting about their encounter with this random actor and that the random pictures I took are now on a nationally viewed website.  I’ve told people that I’m going to take up a summer hobby of finding celebs and I mean, I probably will but do I want to write about it?  I feel sketch going into details about seeing someone but is it creepier to just post pictures instead?  Oh, the woes of being a photog.

i still don’t know what deli actually serves coffee in those greek cups

i think the guy with the brown backpack plays his best friend in the movie?