One minute, I was walking down the sidewalk, brunch-drunk and fiddling with Biscuit’s iPod and the next, Jen and I were a streak of sundresses and sandals headed in the opposite direction, leaving three confused boys in our wake. We ran, hand in hand down the block and across the street. It wasn’t until we had actually followed him into the pharmacy that I questioned the suave factor of physically stalking a celebrity. Our lack of sophistication went unregistred, though, because as it turns out, Chris Noth was drunk, too.
“I think I’m with child,” I told Jen as we left our near Big experience to rejoin our patient friends. I can’t remember what she said in reply. All cognitive functions had ceased. I blame it on the margaritas, the mimosa and the fact that sure, he’s shorter in person, but sweet god what that man does to a white t-shirt and jeans!
Hom-in-a.
If you’re going to end the perfect Manhattan Saturday afternoon spent with good friends brunching a la Bobby Flay’s Mesa Grill, street vendor shopping and drinking in dimly lit bars, stalking Mr. Big might have to be the way to do it. You know, save actually meeting the guy and going home with him to what has to be the most fabulous bachelor pad ever to see what he looks like out of that white t-shirt.
But there goes my imagination again.
I’m with you. I troll TNT for old eps of L&O, hoping for a glimpse of the Noth. If you are prego as a result of this encounter, you’ve got a lot more reporting to do, Ms. Fish.
And as far as stalking celebs go, back in the mid-90s, I did follow Matthew Perry for five blocks before I approached him and tried to talk to him. My youthful insanity asserting itself. Hasn’t happened since–now I maintain a legally dictated distance of 50 feet at all times. At least that’s what the restraining order says I’m s’posed to do…
funny! one of my acquaintances saw him sometime today while eating at veselka on 2nd ave. sigh.
i won’t tell you about the time i tailed ed burns for five blocks in soho; hom-i-na indeed.
ah well…i don’t do stalking yet. i’m amused, very much.
you’re interesting, anyhow.
mmmmmmm. i’m jealous. would have LOVED to see that wonderful creation of god. and i totally understand your stalking. i did it to boy bands in the ’90s. i’m pretty much over it now. boy, was i nuts. i think it’s good, though, to have something to obsess about. some people are psycho and obsess about ridiculous things. we obsess over celebrities. i see it more as a “healthy obsession.”
oof. there goes my imagination, too. man, that guy is sexy! yum!
I met Chris Noth at a party when he was on the cops and robbers show. Law & Order. Yes. He asked me to go out. No. I was at the party with his friend. Yick.
Oh my God! I’m sweating at the thought of it all. That man is luscious defined.
Who had on the uncomfy shoes though?
Chris Noth = yum. But I’m curious. How did you know he was drunk? Did he do something embarrassing? Was he a sloppy drunk?
So jealous you had a Chris Noth sighting… Mr. Big… Sigh… He is quite possibly the one actor who can make a girl weak-kneed with one raised eyebrow. Any more details on the stalking part??
Jealous! Chris Noth is on my “list”, which I just made last week, in fact. Just how tall is he, ’cause too short is a total deal breaker.
Dear Diet Pills: The word is spelled INTERESTING. Love, The Editor
damnit, that was ME, not kate. MY FUNNY. wait. it wasn’t even that funny.
damnit, that was ME, not kate. MY FUNNY. wait. it wasn’t even that funny.
Chris Noth used to date my friend’s sister. She said he was the BIGgest dick in the world. (Note that I didn’t say “has”. I said “was”.)