I was going to, but the rate for Internet was 3 bucks per minute. An hour would've essentially cost as much as our flight to D.C. That's the going rate when you're nesting at the very hotel that REGAN WAS SHOT AT.
I was going to briefly describe my very happening-trip to D.C. but then something much larger happened. In a nutshell, I stalked Kate Hudson and Anne Hathaway. It was the best experience of my life. Well, kinda.
Here's how this whole thing happened:
I was shopping with my Mom at Bloomingdale's in Chestnut Hill, when I received a call from my friend Joe, asking if I would like to help him pick out a tie at men's Bloomingdales. I promptly said "peace out, mom" and went on over to Men's Bloomingdale's. Upon greeting Joe, he told me that the parking lot was flooded with trailers and trucks. With as much of a Hollywood upbringing as one could hope for within the constructs of Newton, I knew this meant a movie was being made. And, not just a movie, but a movie with Kate Hudson.
Just to give a little background, I've been keeping tabs on this movie- and the entire budding film industry in boston, for that matter- for a while. Making movies in New York City is really expensive, whereas making movies in Boston is randomly mad cheap. Furthermore, more and more movies are being made in Boston to look as if they were made in New York. As far as Kate Hudson goes, any reader of perezhilton.com is aware that Owen Wilson and Kate Hudson were seen "canoodling" at Upper Crust in Beacon Hill two weekends ago. I frequent said blogging website and restaurant, and was bitter to have missed them, so I was eager to make up for lost time.
In the midst of all my excitement, I left Joe to fend for his own while I sprinted to the parking lot with the hope of interrogating a young craft services employee. I ended up engaging in two minutes of brisk conversation with the electrician; he told me shooting would start at 7:30 and that he didn't know if they needed extras because, as said before, he was an electrician.
As I skipped back up to finish the job of picking out a tie for Joe, I fantasized about all the things I would say to Kate Hudson. I visualized myself explaining the countless hours of hair coloring I have experianced in hopes of obtaining her token golden-blond hair. As if my time commitments to coloring my hair failed to exhibit just how devoted to her hair I was, I planned on referring to my hair coloring as a "labor of love". In January I told Clinton from What Not to Wear that I loved him, so actually saying the aforementioned to someone I've never met before isn't completely out of charchter for me. Nonetheless, I was elated.
Joe, however, was not; despite all my begging, he had a date to watch gossip girl with the "girlies" and refused to wait at Bloomingdales for the next four hours in hopes of possibly encountering Kate Hudson. I, however, was on a mission. I called up a friend who I knew could Tivo gossip girl with no remorse, and off Katie and I went, back to bloomingdales.
Upon my second arrival, I really put my dignity in the back seat, and essentially screamed HEY! to the nearest person who I thought could be involved with the movie in a non-electrical way. She called over her friend who gave me the number of Jody, the person who organizes people being extras in the movie. For the record, I'm calling her later!
At this point, Katie and I sat inside bloomingdales for about an hour. We then went to dinner, trying to buy some time. We had strategically parked outside of bloomingdales, near all the trailers, so that no one could block us from going through the bloomingdales. Should we try to jump into the picture with Kate Hudson, that'd be a different story. But we were willing to take our victories as they came (and we did). Sitting in bloomingdales in our last attempt to see SOMEONE who has graced the cover of Vogue, we noticed a much larger group of crew members accumulating in the central bloomingdales floor. I hit up my normal faux-sheet browsing nook, and all of a sudden Katie tapped me on the shoulder and whispered "LOOK OVER". Sure enough, Kate Hudson was two yards to the left of me. She was wearing no makeup, and a pair of charcoal Ugg boots. She did NOT look good.
Her sub-par complexion was hardly a problem! Kate Hudson is Kate Hudson, with or without foundation, so I was still star-struck! She was in the middle of a large circle of crew members and 400 thread count sheets, creating just about the only scenario where I would feel uncomfortable screaming "KATE HUDSON! I LOVED HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN TEN DAYS!"
Despite this setback, I had not gotten my fill of Kate Hudson. I decided that I would stay in Bloomingdales a while longer, but that I really DID have to buy something to justify my being there. So, I milled around, looking for a pair of sheets for about a half hour. As I did this, a morbidly obese crew member who had previously asked Katie and I to be quiet (they were "rehearsing") told Katie that we were on "the longest shopping trip ever". Not only was he wrong (he has clearly never been to NYC with me) but he was clearly unaware of the great lengths I had endured to be within a stone's throw of Kate Hudson. Nonetheless, I continued eyeing the sheets and Kate Hudson, only to look over and realize I was being eyed by Anne Hathaway. I looked farther to the left and covered my mouth in awe, while Anne Hathaway gave me a look meaner then the one I received from her security counterpart. At this point, I realized I needed to buy the sheets (so at least my dignity would be preserved in the presence of Kate Hudson) and leave.
Overall, I was marginally disappointed that I didn't engage in any sort of conversation, or even an embrace, with Kate Hudson. But, I was really, REALLY, close to both Kate Hudson and Anne Hathaway. Joe was shocked. Not quite regretful, but almost. And, I made Katie admit I delivered, which she did. And with that, I'm off to call Jody. Peacers!
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