When one thinks of small bladders, celebrity encounters may not be the first thing that comes to mind. Really when you think about it, our bladder’s can be the perfect catalyst for meeting a celebrity. For starters, we are all human and must adhere to our bodies’ basic functions. Our needs are often accelerated by the fact that many events in which celebrity and non-celebrity mingle contain beverages, often free-flowing. Sometimes these restrooms are shared among the non-celebrities. Sometimes, that trip to the restroom , rather the restroom itself, can be the catalyst. You are separating yourself from crowd, and the contained area you are supposed to be in. Celebrities happen to do that a lot too.
I have mentioned in this blog before that I met Natalie Portman in the bathroom of Carnegie Hall. It is up there as one of my most embarrassing celebrity encounters. I had no reason to talk to her, but was so awkward that I did. We both left the bathroom uncomfortable. No one wins in that situation.
If I had known I would have started this blog I would have taken my own bathroom photo. Instead I am using Julia Alison’s awesome one of the Carnegie Hall bathroom.
After I met James Franco, and do not hear a response back from his email, I was hoping to make eye contact with him at some event…just as a ‘hey remember me? I am here’. Or a ‘hey remember me? Yeah I am not waiting in that line for your autograph’.
Months back, at an event and screening at the IFC Center in the West Village, I made eye contact with Franco once more. I sat down in the theater with my friend, but decided to make spring for the restroom before the event started. On my way back I walked by IFC’s curtained-off private area. James Franco was half out of the curtain hugging a girl. It was a long hug. I didn’t want to interrupt. I gave him a shy smile and either gave me a ‘heya how’s it going’ look with his eyes, or just happened to be making that face and gesture in my direction. I started to walk away, and then backtracked a few steps to double check that it was Franco (and if they were still hugging. They were talking.)
(IFC Center bathroom hallway. Image not mine.)
On my way to re-entering the theater I got popcorn, excitedly waiting to to tell my friend I saw James on the way back from the bathroom. I walked in looking for my seat and see Franco, on stage, already doing his Introduction before the film. (I guess his hug/talk didn’t last). Everyone was seated, and I awkwardly made my late entrance to one of the first few rows. I think he glanced at my distraction, and returned to his Q & A. I sat down, relieved.