Last night, I had a few of my fellow Gothamist Foodies over, so on my way home, I stopped at the Whole Foods in Chelsea for some nibbles. I’m walking around, doing my thing, and I notice this woman who looks familiar. It took a second, and then I thought to myself — that’s Smitten! We’ve commented on each other’s blogs, and I knew she lived or worked near that Whole Foods from one of her comments, we’ve emailed with each other a bit about a friend of mine who’s a wedding photographer, and we’re on each other’s link lists. I realized suddenly that I couldn’t very well call her "Smitten," and it took me a bit of brain-searching to dig for her real name. Hmm . . . . Ah. Got it.
"Excuse me," I said tentatively, "but is your name Deb?"
"Yes," she replied.
"I’m Laren."
"I know who you are!" she smiled.
"And I know who you are!"
We chatted for a while, then went our separate ways.
I always enjoy meeting people from my blogosphere in real life, however briefly. And encounters like that just show how small New York really is — the more people I meet, the smaller it gets, and I kinda like that sometimes.
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6 responses to “So I’m a Stalker. Big Whoop.”
It was so nice to meet you! I went home and ooh-ed and aah-ed over how cool it was and how proud I was of recognizing you too, to Alex. Then I said, “I’m a celebrity now, baby. I hope this doesn’t make things too hard for you.”
And he laughed and laughed and laughed at me. (Sniffle.)
It was so nice to meet you! I went home and ooh-ed and aah-ed over how cool it was and how proud I was of recognizing you too, to Alex. Then I said, “I’m a celebrity now, baby. I hope this doesn’t make things too hard for you.”
And he laughed and laughed and laughed at me. (Sniffle.)
I’ve been recognized 2 or 3 times by people who’ve read my blog (always at Brazilian music events, natch). It makes me glad I have my photo up on my site because otherwise, they’d never know it was me and I would’ve missed out on those conversations I had.
I’ve been recognized 2 or 3 times by people who’ve read my blog (always at Brazilian music events, natch). It makes me glad I have my photo up on my site because otherwise, they’d never know it was me and I would’ve missed out on those conversations I had.
Yes, life is tough being a celebrity (or cewebrity, as it were) — soon enough we won’t be able to shop at Whole Foods without the blasted paparazzi in our faces! Sigh.
Yes, life is tough being a celebrity (or cewebrity, as it were) — soon enough we won’t be able to shop at Whole Foods without the blasted paparazzi in our faces! Sigh.