A few weeks ago Josh and I accepted an invitation for an event for the upcoming A&E documentary Alexis Arquette: She's My Brother, a film premiering at this year's Tribeca Film Festival.
Apparently Josh and I somehow didn't read the invitation well enough, because we thought we were simply attending a screening of the movie. But on Monday night, when we arrived at an address in the Meatpacking District, the taxi pulled up in front of a chic, high-end restaurant, and we realized we may have gotten in a little over our heads.
If you're attending a movie screening you'd probably just arrive in whatever you happened to be wearing that day, right? So Josh and I showed up wearing jeans and sneakers, sporting a messenger bag and a backpack, expecting a somewhat casual movie-watching evening.
Crushes of well-dressed celebrity-looking people stepped up to the restaurant where no fewer than ten PR people and attractive women with clipboards checked in guests. Josh and I stood twenty feet away, our jaws on the sidewalk.
"Oh my God, what do we do?" Josh asked.
"I don't know. Jesus! We are not dressed for this."
"I thought you said this was a screening!"
"I swear I thought it was," I said, now biting my lower lip.
This, of course, was when a black Town Car pulled up a few feet away from us, the back doors opening simultaneously. Marc Jacobs and his (in)famous boyfriend, Jason Preston, stepped out and began walking toward us. Josh K. stared at Marc Jacobs and his newly shorn locks and post-rehab sveltness, and Marc stared back.
"Hey, how are you?" Marc asked.
"I'm good, I'm good, how are you?" Josh asked back.
"I'm good," Marc said. Jason didn't take his eyes off the restaurant. They breezed by us and into the waiting crowd of press girls at the front door.
That was the moment we almost left. How do you go into a Tribeca Film Festival premiere party that Marc Jacobs is attending while you're wearing three-year-old beat-up New Balance Sneakers, jeans that need washing, and sporting glasses and a five o'clock shadow? But alas, after much debate, we decided to go in. Hey, why not, we decided. We'd been properly invited, so why not give it a shot?
We warily approached the door and gave them our name. A tall, attractive blonde stepped forward.
"Are you Josh & Josh? It's so great to meet you guys! I'm Emily. Let me take you in and show you around."
Josh and I looked at each other. They knew us? And now we were getting guided in by one of the statuesque PR girls?
Minutes later we were among the throngs of partygoers, sipping champagne cocktails and ogling the four shirtless models standing at the front door, a la Abercrombie & Fitch, welcoming guests with their tanned, bare, and muscled chests, low-slung jeans, and blisteringly white teeth. (Photographic evidence here.)
A red carpet set had been assembled along one wall of the restaurant and soon Alexis Arquette appeared. Flashbulbs popped and several camera crews, including Access Hollywood, turned on flood lights and began doing interviews.
"I can't believe we got away with coming in here dressed like this," Josh whispered to me.
"Maybe they just think we're 'creative types'," I said. We both laughed. Then we went to get another drink.
This week Josh and I got tickets to see this Sunday's performance of the Broadway musical 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee. We've been meaning to see the show for a long time, and we almost bought tickets when Broadway hottie Barrett Foa (the Avenue Q alum) was in the cast, but it didn't work out that time.
Thus, when we heard about this Sunday's special performance, where the cast and characters take the spelling be and bring it to a whole new level of inappropriate "adult" humor, Josh and I were convinced that it was finally time to see the show. Friends have told us that the "adult" performances in the past have been hysterical, so we're definitely looking forward to it. If you're going, be sure to say "hi."
Random Celebrity Sighting #487: Sigourney Weaver
On Sunday morning Dylan and I ventured out of the apartment to have brunch in Hell's Kitchen. We stuffed ourselves with naughty/fun weekend brunch food, and on our way back to the apartment we passed Sigourney Weaver and a male companion (her husband?) walking into Lenny's, a sandwich shop, at West 44th St. and Ninth Avenue.
Sigourney is starring in the new movie The TV Set, which is actually getting pretty good reviews. I thought it was funny seeing Sigourney walk into Lenny's because her character's name in her new movie is also named Lenny.
I know, I'm a dork.
But regardless, I saw her, and she looked pretty good. And tall. Very tall.
On Saturday, after Josh K. and I went on a full-fledged shopping spree to get me some new clothes for the magazine job I'm starting this Friday, we showed up at a gallery in Chelsea, with a million bags in tow, to see Anthony Goicolea's new show. Dylan came, too, and we ended up running into J&J amigo Matty and a few of his friends while perusing Anthony's new work. We were really excited to be at the show and get a chance to meet Anthony. Not surprisingly, he was both remarkably good-looking and unfailingly polite.
Anthony is wildly talented. Josh and I have been into Anthony's work since we first saw his book Anthony Goicolea a few years ago, back when Josh K. worked at the Walker Art Center in Minneapolis. I remember sitting in the quiet of the Walker bookstore with JK, near closing time, flipping through the book and marveling at the photos.
Check out more of Anthony's work on his website.