Sorry about the lackadaisical posting. Baby boy has the sniffles and has spent the past few days whining his face off about it. That, combined with a heaping helping of separation anxiety and some hard and fast teething (the toppers are halfway in and I think I see three more on the side) leads to one seriously cranky family. I've also had a flurry of auditions (and by flurry I mean three) which is great - but no sitter, which means dragging the little guy to (insert notoriously unfriendly casting office here). I won't go into details about the awfulness but suffice it to say that I am no longer waffling about baby modeling. N to the O. Period.
On the plus side, my beloved Moxie had a meetup in Central Park which was a good excuse to enjoy the last few days of summer. It was fun and a little awkward, mostly because I tend to get really shy around people I don't know which I cover by being hammy and loud, which is super appealing. I also arrived sans baby (Will fell asleep right before we were supposed to leave) so I didn't have a nice, chubby ice breaker to help me out. Luckily Electriclady was there and offered to share her bamboo mat which saved me from feeling like a total dork. I also started talking to a girl (I always feel weird calling someone a "woman" unless they're significantly older than me) whom I immediately clicked with. As we were talking, she mentioned that her husband was also an actor. I turned and looked into the eyes of one of my biggest mid-90's celebrity crushes.
Back when great unwashed indie flicks reigned supreme (let's hear it for '95!) I had a total thing for this guy. He wasn't hot like Ethan or super-sensitive like Robert Sean (I LOVED me some RSL) but he definitely ran with that crowd. When his wife pointed him out I just thought he was another hot hipster dad, but then he looked at me and smiled.
The man has aged well. Totally warm... totally easy-going... (I can gush because I crowed about him when I got home. Matt just rolled his eyes and groaned. What can I say - he knows me.) I really wanted to say something to him but I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't want to launch into a big thing about how great his work is and what a shame it is that he doesn't do more movies but that I really respect his stage work and my god what a gorgeous family he has and did I mention I totally loved you in '95? So instead I just pretended not to know who he was. An actor, you say? Really? How interesting! How about this weather, huh? TOTALLY INSULTING! I mean, it's not like he's Ralph Fiennes (who I totally saw in SoHo once. Really tall and sweaty, and balder than you'd think). The guy does mostly theater now and would probably have loved a little fanfare. But by the time I recovered from his big brown eyes and his fantastic smile and his interesting teeth it felt too late to say anything. Plus I wanted to keep talking to his wife without her thinking I was just using her to inch closer to him. (For the record, I did not inch closer to him.) Eventually, once he left, I got the nerve up to tell his wife how much I admired his work. Hopefully she passed it on. I talked with her awhile longer until I remembered that I'd stuck Matt with Whinypants McGee and decided to take off.
I'm never sure what to do when I meet somebody new that I want to be friends with. It's happened a couple of times, where I'll meet another mommy that I dig. It's one thing if you go to the same playground or class, but when it's a one-time thing it feels creepy to be all, Will you be my friend? ESPECIALLY SINCE I NEVER SEE THE FRIENDS I HAVE! And I can only do playdates in the 'nabe because Will still takes three naps. (By the time I'd get to the Village the kid'd be ready to retire.) What do you guys do when you meet someone cool? Do you feel as sixth grade as I do? And have you guessed who my indie crush is yet?