Husband was off getting a shave at the Art of Shaving (yes, we went to San Fran so I could run a half marathon and Husband went to the man spa.) I jumped in the elevator to head over to meet him at the Art of Shaving, after a nice hour of Doing Nothing, something I don't get to do at home with two kids and a husband who likes to have every moment of free time planned.
|Gabrielle Union, as seen on Wikipedia. |
You know I did not take this picture
My first reaction was to say, "HOLY SHIT! YOU ARE GABRIELLE UNION! YOU ARE TOTALLY GORGEOUS! YOUR SKIN IS AMAZING! WHAT SKIN LINE DO YOU USE?" which would have been somewhat hilarious since she was at the Half Marathon as the Neutrogena spokeswoman as well as embarrassing for yelling at poor Gaby.
My second reaction was to be embarrassed by my outfit. I was wearing a leopard print cardi over a white tank and jeans--and leopard print flats. Somehow when packing, I had convinced myself that the leopard print flats would go with all my outfits and they were the only shoes I packed besides my running shoes. I tend to overpack, and so I make an effort to remove unnecessary items from my suitcase when traveling, and I clearly had not thought that through enough.
I should point out that I have no memory of what Gaby was wearing.
My third reaction was to be a little smug about the fact that while Gaby is skinnier and more beautiful than I, I am taller.
I managed to pull myself together and stand silently in the elevator.
But before we left the elevator, it stopped on the second floor. I have zero sense of direction and was momentarily confused as to what floor the lobby was on and I sort of peeked out the elevator doors. Gaby said, "Sorry, that was me. I pushed the wrong button." And I said something like, "Oh, no worries."
So here's the thing. When you see a celebrity, you have two options:
1) Go all out. In my scenario, I would have shouted in excitement at Gaby, possibly yelled at her to "BRING IT!", and taken a picture with her with my iPhone.
2) Actually not care. This would have involved me not updating my Facebook status while walking to the Art of Shaving, then announcing to EVERYONE in the store that I was on the elevator with Gabrielle Union. Instead, I would casually mention it quietly to my husband between courses at dinner.
Because I'm easily embarrassed, I try to do option 2, but I'm not cool enough really to pull it off. Nor do I have the balls to go all out with option 1. And that's why I'm not cool enough to really have celebrity run ins.
(And some other time we'll talk about the time I danced with Matthew McConaughey)