So I get out of work at 5:30 and the event starts seating at 6pm all the way downtown. Gotta change trains and get there in 30 minutes or I may not get a seat, and of course the elevators stop on every floor. 34. 33. 32. 31. Finally we're zooming down toward the lobby, Grand Central terminal, and my train. In what seems like a small victory, I time both trains right and make it to Tribeca with a few minutes to spare. I'm sweaty, tired, and have to pee, but I got a seat.
One thing about me...I tend to go to events like this alone. My boyfriend has no interest, so it's always a bemused 'yes dear' and I'm off. That's fine, because the upside is that once I get to where I'm going it gives me time to scope the venue, figure out the best photo angle, and get myself situated without any distractions. Tonight, I choose a seat on the end of the row, figuring it gives me room to breathe, stretch my feet, and still have a clear view of the podium. The downside of going alone is that you often spend a lot of time waiting around for the event to begin, and are forced to make small talk with strangers. Tonight, in a crowd full of acne scarred adolescents, middle aged women and queens, it's a young blonde girl with a cold who sits down next to me. I tuck my nose into the book, hoping to kill some time reading, but no such luck, and I'm making small talk with this girl about 'oh my God I'm so excited, I'm like obsessed with James Franco do you think he will personalize the books do you think he will pose for pictures with people wow I'm so excited!' Clearly she's never done this before.
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