Gerard Butler adventure

So because of a request that I write about adventures in NYC, I decided to go out for a wander.
My day started simply trudging to FIT...late...to my internship meeting/interview with my counselor, which really consisted of me telling him that I already have everything taken care of between myself and VIBE...so then we ended up just talking about my future school year possibly in Rome or Mexico for Fall 2008.
Then I prepared myself to go downtown for my consultation at L'Oreal Redkin's Institute so they could analyze my hair for a perm, soon I will have cascading waves...sweet. I walked from 31st st. all the way down there to Canal St. My uggies [Uggs] never felt better.
My job at Starbucks starts tomorrow morning...at 7am, and I was in dire need of a black polo or something collared. So I was in Soho and lower Manhattan just walking around slowly but surely making my way back uptown.
I stopped in Washington Square park and took notes of some things that made me laugh in order for me to have something to write about which include these:
[not limited to Washington Square park area BTW]

• a guy that was stalking me with his eyes, and when I looked at him he had these freaky contacts that were basically making his eyes look all white...quite creepy and scary.
• A guy with a mini dacsand dog walked by, and the doggy wouldn't leave me, he had to be dragged away, and another old man commented saying "He loves girls...". And the owner wouldn't shut up about how the color of my Uggs were the same color as his dog, and then went on about how my shoes might be made out of dog, and asked if they were...riiiiiiiight...
• I watched a bunch of old guys play chess, it was cute, it was like right out of the movies.
  
• I just want to say this: Big girls [I didn't say FAT] do not need to be wearing stripes...ESPECIALLY horizontal...FYI, it's just not working out.
• I watched as a guy roller bladed by carrying a girl [over-the-threshold style] along the cobble stoned streets and almost fell a couple times...I could only wait and see...she is still alive as far as I know.
• Most of the day I was surrounded by guys skateboarding...no I'm DEFINATELY not complaining...so cute, but then there were these other guys on some seriously old school bikes riding around. That was kind of hot, I'm not going to lie.
• And when I was people watching from Dunkin Donuts a tranny [transvestite] walked by and I wasn't sure if it was checking me out...or what, but fashionably dressed as a female, but full on beard...just chillin' on his face...yeah, it was funnier to see people pass him and look back, their faces and reactions was what really made me laugh.
  

And finally what you've all been waiting for, unless you were a jerk and skipped the top part of this entry straight to here...

I walked out of Dunkin' Donuts, a little down considering I didn't have any direct contact with anyone to make a really great story. So I start walking towards 8th Ave, ipod on and everything...I'm walking and notice 2 guys walking past, and I make eye contact [I'm calling it an eye-affair] with the taller better looking one. Then something in me clicked...I turned around and started following them...Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo way...Gerry?
So as I'm stalking him secretly I call my mother [shout out to the tarts from me] on her cell, no answer, so I call the house. I tell her that I might very well be following her dream fellow. Of course she starts freaking out, and honestly I'm quite calm and collected, but she starts to stress me out...hard-core.
Ok let me just be the first to say I'm possibly the worst person to recognize celebs on the street. But about 1 year ago I thought I saw him around Columbus Circle, and having told my mother that, I havent been able to live it down.

So anyways...I finally get the guts up to ask his friend, actually my mom was practically threatening me to ask him if it was him. After trying to double check by having my mom list off stats of his. He's got the accent, the height, and the eyes...

Here's the convo for those that are interested:
me: "Umm excuse me but your friend looks really familiar..."
friend: "Oh well yeah..."
Gerry: "Oh hey, yeah, I'm from the movie 300."
Sounding as if I didn't know who he was or what movie that was...pshhhh
me: "Oh yeah really? Gerard Butler, cool. Do you mind, I have to have a picture with you."
Gerry: "Sure no problem, but I'm kind of in a hurry, on an important phone call"
me: "Definitely, thanks so much, my mom's a Tart"
They both chuckle to each other.
Gerry and friend: "Oh yeah...?"

So then I get his friend to take our picture, I thank him tons, and this was our departing...
Gerry: "No problem, tell your Mom I said "Hi"
me: "Oh I definitely will, thanks"
Gerry: "Yeah, don't forget, just tell her I said "hi"


Then I called my mom back, she freaked out, and now I'm pretty much her hero because I have just completed her life. I know I know...I'm a great daughter. haha.

And now I'm home, thinking...That was freakin' crazy...

and the best thing about it, was that he wasn't one of those arrogant, nasty celebs, he was very sweet, nice, and acted just like me.

side comment: he was carrying a NYC Scoop Bag...hmm...style and grace...nice