I Saw Hilary Hahn Tonight

A review of the concert with the Utah Symphony at the de Jong Concert Hall is coming soon. I’ll be a guest reviewer over at my friend’s music and interview blog, The Glass.

In the meantime, a few pictures:

Here is Hilary Hahn’s autograph:

Here I am talking to Hilary Hahn. She appears to be listening intently:

Here is Hilary Hahn laughing at something I said. Believe it or not, I made her laugh on purpose. This is what happens when you put two charming people near each other:

YOU GUYS.

She was so wonderful and cool, and of course charming, and I was SO starstruck.

More to come.

It’s Important to See Famous People

So I was walking around Newtown Monday night, because I’m really that cool, and I stepped into a small grocery store, just to look around and observe any Australian things on the shelves, because my awesomeness makes me that way. I noticed someone  checking out at the cashier, because I like noticing, and he looked familiar. He left the store, and I finished weaving up and down the three aisles, because I sometimes like to be thorough. Plus, it gave me time to think about why I recognized that man, in case I found myself in a situation for him to be my friend, which, most people do.

I exited the store, because I’m a good exiter, and then I texted Becky:

i just saw aussie jay from antm…9

(I actually texted Karl’s phone with Becky’s phone because they thought I should have a phone when wandering a strange place by myself. Of course I didn’t mind it, because I’m generally cautious, which makes me so much radder.)

(The “9” at the end of the text was a typo. I meant to push backspace but hit the send button instead. Rare moment of imperfection for me.)

(I also have to thank Becky, because if we hadn’t watched those two episodes of ANTM in the past week, I wouldn’t have recognized him. It’s amazing how I can pick such phenomenal friends.)

I passed him on the sidewalk and made sure it was him, because I like to know the truth before I embellish it.

In America, we have America’s Next Top Model with the host and founder, Tyra Banks. She’s kind of out of her mind, but I’m not, so maybe this is a big draw of the show for me when I actually watch television when I’m not too good for it.

Australians have their own version of the show with Australia’s Next Top Model. The show’s host, Sarah Murdoch, is a bit more subdued and subtle in this production. I can’t believe how qualified I am to opine on Australian reality television.

It can be a little confusing without context which version “antm” refers to. You’re smart, though. Almost as smart as I am.

The shows have corresponding casts, judges, contestants, drama, and sheer ridiculousness.

So when I referred to the man I saw as “aussie jay,” it’s because I didn’t know Josh Flinn‘s name at the time, but his role somewhat parallels the American model mentor I know from the show I’ve watched for too many seasons to admit. I made the association, because my brain is that finely wired, and I chalked up yet another celebrity sighting.

Because I’m that cool.

Something to Reade

What I’ll miss: Duane Reade
They’re everywhere in the city! It’s a pharmacy! It’s a convenience store! They give you $5 for every $100 you spend! It’s where some friends and I saw the wonderful, adorable Elijah Wood!

What I won’t miss: Garbage day
Sometimes they stack the bags six or more feet high! And it takes up half the sidewalk! And I fear the piles toppling and burying me alive! What a shameful, putrescent death!

Not quite the daydream …

I scheduled for today a meeting with my co-teacher of our seminary class. Union Square building, 6:30. I arrived a little bit after 6, because I couldn’t remember what time I told her. I set my things down. I broke out my notebook and wrote up an agenda for the first day of class. I came up with an outline for the meeting. We were going to discuss our progress contacting the students, schedule the first two weeks of classes and detail the first two days of overview.

It was getting close to 7:00, and I was getting a little concerned. I was worried I told her the wrong day or time or place, and I started doubting myself. All of a sudden, my cell phone rang. I answered it, and it was the other teacher. She just got off the train and was around the corner and on her way.

A few seconds before that, I looked out the window of the church building and saw a grey-haired man with sunglasses. He wore an orange shirt. He stood across the street from the building with a red-haired woman whose back was facing me. I instantly recognized this couple.

Goblins. Abandon.

I opened the main door to the church as the other teacher approached. (I kept the door locked.) I avoided gawking as I smiled at the other teacher as she entered the building. And I let those neighbors see me. When I closed the door, I let the other teacher know who was standing across the street. Then the other teacher stared. I turned around, and I noticed Tim kind of staring back at us.

Those two were waiting for a ride. One of those electric, city golf-car looking things pulled up to the curb. A couple was in the car. They got out and shook Tim’s and Susan’s hands. They all got into the car, except for Tim. It appeared someone dropped something, then everyone got back out of the car to look for it.

Then other church people came into the church building, the bishop and one of his counselors. We talked to them. (I kept wanting to peek out the window and my daydream to become a reality though, somehow: for that couple to knock on the door and I’d let them in, and we’d have a riveting conversation about whatever. Quite possiblty church. Then we’d make plans for lunch. You know the deal.)

The next time I looked out the window, Tim and Susan and the electric car were gone. I started my meeting.

They’ve seen me, though. And they know where I go to church.