Project Runway's Tim Gunn just BEGS to pose for a picture with you.
OH MY GOD! I posed for a picture with Tim Gunn! How lame/awesome am I??!
Last night, Wes and I had the great pleasure of going to see Tim Gunn be interviewed by a couple of local Brooklyn cabaret types. One of them is the drama teacher at my school. They have this weekly show at a local restaurant/club 2 blocks from my house where they sing old songs and interview people. It's a bit campy and silly and fun. In any case, the drama teacher was driving through Manhattan a few weeks ago and saw Tim Gunn and jumped from her car and got down on one knee and begged him to come do her show. And of course he did - what self-respecting gay man could say no to a cabaret-singing raspy-voiced lesbian playwright?
I have seen every episode of both seasons of Project Runway (many twice!) and love Tim Gunn with a white hot passion. He is kind and funny and sweet and cute and a good teacher and a nice guy. As one of the interviewers said, he is not like most reality TV. In person he was just as charming and cute.
AND we were sitting RIGHT next to Daniel V, one of the Final 3 contestants on the show. I spent the whole evening trying to think of what I could say to him that wouldn't be lame. I couldn't say that I wished he had won because it's not true. I liked his work very much, but I didn't think he should win. I almost said something about loving his dress inspired by gutter water but Wes thankfully corrected me - that was Andrae's dress, not Daniel's. Oops. So I just sat there like a dork, staring a little, watching his every reaction to what Tim Gunn was saying. As we were leaving, he was swamped by teenagers from my school who had come with their parents. They were taking photos and gushing and I smiled and asked him if this was what his life was like all the time now. He nodded and said the subway has been particularly craazy. Then I said I thought he was great and we were on our way out.
Now yes, a part of me wanted a picture of the event to blog, but I didn't bring my camera and I couldn't ask a teenager. Fortunately, Jamaican Queen, one of my bosses, was there and could see that I wanted a photo even though I wasn't admitting it. So she grabbed PE Queen who grabbed her daughter's camera and they pushed me over to Tim Gunn. I hadn't thought of anything good to say (OH, but how I thought of a zillion good things to say later that night when I was HOME. Ugh.) so I just lamely asked for a picture and told him I loved the show. And then I skipped off home with a highly amused Wes on my arm.
I NEVER meet celebrities. Hell, I never even go out on a school night! I had to have a vodka when I got home just to calm down enough to go to sleep.
