GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TO ME TONIGHT.

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So oeilade and I went to the premiere of Little Manhattan as part of the Central Park Film Festival tonight. Getting in was NOT fun as you cannot bring alcoholic beverages in there and oeilade had to surrender the bottle of wine she brought, which I'm sure was enjoyed by the hourly-rate employees searching our bags. Anyway. So we got pretty good seats and I went up to get some of the free popcorn paid for by Michael Bloomberg and I walked back past the little cordoned-off row that went straight to the media area. As I'm walking, I see Bradley walking toward me. My brain goes OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD but I play the cool New Yorker and just keep walking, right past him. Then I get back to my seat and freak out.

So oeilade is like, well, he'll probably get up on stage to introduce the movie and I'm like, you think? Sure enough the event organizer brings the whole cast out on stage -- Cynthia Nixon was there too, and normally I adore her but, well, I had bigger fish to fry -- and I couldn't get my damn camera to work, I'd forgotten to delete some photos to free up the memory. Disaster! And he's leaving the stage! And I barely saw him b/c I was trying to get my camera to work! Ack!



That's him on the left. No, really. Sigh.

So then, he's walking down the aisle and sits RIGHT ACROSS THE AISLE FROM ME. Okay, I was about eight seats in on the other side of the aisle, but still. He was RIGHT THERE. And he sat there for the whole movie. (Cynthia Nixon sat in the seat behind him -- we think she was there with a woman, so she's still doing the whole bisexual thing apparently.) I had a perfect viewing angle of him too. When he sat down right across from us I dug my nails hard into oeilade's thigh and she started laughing. A lot. Okay, it was pretty funny.

The movie starts and it's cute but I spend almost as much time watching Brad watch the movie as I do watching it myself. It's a cute movie, sweet but not precious, and very funny. Brad wears jeans a lot. In one scene he's lying on the couch in jeans and a t-shirt and one leg is out in front of him on the couch, and the other is up, hooked over the back of the couch. HOT.

Brad drank from his water bottle a few times during the movie, and that was hot too.

Movie ends, and I'm not sure what to do....no one really is, apparently, because soon there is this nebulous group of people just kind of standing around where Brad and Cynthia are sitting. I keep trying to get a picture but bodyguards show up and this meathead is right in my way. Grrr.



The back of Brad's head.

During this time the boy from the movie comes over and Brad is SO CUTE with him, tells him how good he was and congratulations and he's proud of him and he'll see him soon and all this cute stuff. It was adorable.

By the way, during this entire time I'm standing about ten feet away from Cynthia Nixon and I don't even care. I LOVE Cynthia Nixon, but it was seriously like I had blinders on. So pathetic.

Finally a brave person is the first to ask Brad for an autograph and then we're off to the races. I stand around for a while and finally I'm "next" and I'm so nervous I kind of interrupt the people he's just taken a picture with. Oops. But then he's turning to me and I say Hi, I'm a huge fan, can I take a picture with you, and he says sure, and then he PUTS HIS ARM AROUND ME and I tell him the person taking the picture is the girl holding two cameras, because oeilade has her camera and mine up at the same time and is planning to take the pictures simultaneously. Brad is like wow and I say, "She's a professional," and then oeilade takes the two pictures at once and Brad is impressed. I thank him and he thanks me and I walk away and I have to sit down because I'm totally freaking out. I knew he was touching my back but I didn't even realize he was also touching my arm until I looked at the picture on the camera. Sigh.

I'm not normally such a blithering idiot when meeting celebrities, I feel the need to state for the record. I mean, I saucily asked Bobby Flay if it was okay that I didn't cook, I just liked to watch him on TV. But Bradley rendered me idiotic. Oh well!

I tried to take some more pictures of him as he took pictures with other people, but the flash was off on my camera and it was being a bitch and kept taking blurry photos. Dammit.





I have no idea what's going on here.

I can't wait to get the picture of us that oeilade took with her camera, because it's probably not blurry.

I should say for the record that he was wearing JEANS, they were dark blue dress jeans and they were hot. His hair looked fabulous, and he's totally better looking in person than he is on screen. I think oeilade was surprised by how cute he was in person, actually. He's just dreamy. (For those who obsess about these things, he's definitely not dyeing much, his hair had gray running through it. But it was very fluffy, yay!) And he was incredibly nice, being very sweet to everyone who wanted a picture and very gracious and friendly. He's just a good dude. And did I mention hot?



TODAY WAS A GOOD DAY.

I MET BRADLEY WHITFORD.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

ETA: Added the picture oeilade took, which is not blurry. Whee!