Lulu and I snagged a pity-invite to the Time 100 cocktail hour in NYC last night. I think the argument was, "they could have been eaten by jungle cats, at the very least let them party!" So there we were: two relatively unknown and decidedly non-influential kids wandering around trailblazers and innovators -- neuroscientists, chefs, revolutionaries, performing artists -- who have done more than I ever will for the world.
Not to sound jaded and blasé or anything...but HOLY SHEEPSKIN KILT IT WAS REALLY REALLY COOL!! First of all, I didn't know "the red carpet" was literally a red carpet.
I tried to give myself pep-talks beforehand. "Come on, Sophia. Celebrities are people too. The rockstars may be intimidated by the scientific geniuses. The geniuses could be nervous around the slick politicans. And the politicians are definitely terrified of the SNL comics." So my M.O. was to act cool and confident and (more importantly) refrain from tackily attacking famous people. Well...that lasted all of fifteen seconds.
"Hi, I'm Bruno." --Bruno Mars
Sophia: I KNOW [because I've actually been worshiping you and your epic fedora from 5 feet away for the last few minutes!!!]
My mom made a joke about Tiger Mom vs. The Lazy Song.
Tigermom: My girls are obssessed with you...and how old are you, 12?
Brunomars: 12?! Nah, I'm 48.
Tigermom: I'm actually 48.
Brunomars: You're 48?!! I'm 23.
Sophia (regaining control of vocal chords): Wait. You also wrote F**k You, right?!?!
Sophia: AAAAAAAH BRILLIANT NICE TO MEET YOU BYE!!
I love him.
Oh hey look, it's my hero...Mark Wahlberg is such a boss. If you haven't seen The Departed, The Fighter, and The Other Guys, please do so right now. He talked to my parents about parenting. From what I heard, he sounds like a fantastic dad. He then said it looked like Lulu and I "turned out to be fine and great kids." I might have passed out, not sure.
Turning the tables: Lulu (photocreds for all shots she's not in, by the way) started snapping the paparazzi.
Notice the wrist jewelry, from right to left: bracelet, watch...HAIR TIE. Lack of attention to detail. I need to get my life together.
We spent a lot of time gawking. "OH MY GOD IT'S DR. RAMACHANDRAN!!" (He invented the mirror box to cure phantom limb pain.) "LOOK LOOK LOOK IT'S RAIN!" (I'm a huge fan of Asian pop, but that's a topic for another post). We also spotted Martha Stewart, Chris Colfer (of Glee, championing an anti-bullying platform), Blake Lively, Wael Ghonim (used Facebook to catalyze peaceful revolution in Egypt), and Cory Booker (mayor of Newark) among others. Not all the honorees were there. As a soccer girlfriend, I was really hoping to see Lionel Messi. But he needed to do work against Madrid today, so he is forgiven :)
Because we were D-list, Lulu and I had to leave before the fancy dinner. Came back to New Haven and ended Passover with matzah brei (discovery: soaking the matzah in cider is like charoset for lazy people!!) followed by LEAVENED pasta. Quality evening.
What an embarassing post. I hope I've definitively convinced you that we are mere mortals (not tigers or devils or crazy Asian invaders from outer space or whatever). Next post will probably be Q&A, and then I might start rambling about things I like. How does that sound?