Oh boy, oh boy... it's story time with Laura N!…read more
Upon coming back from the gym at lunch, I turned onto Endell Street only to see a massive congregation of paparazzi buzzing outside of the Hospital Club. Frustrated as all get out (read: giddy and excited to see what all the hot mess was about), I went inside only to find... standing oh so casually in the lobby... Chris Martin of Coldplay. Turns out he was there with a bevy of stars putting on a Telethon to raise money for Haiti Earthquake relief.
Cool enough, right? Well I thought so. It ticked my "celeb-spotting" box as well as my "good-story" box for at least the next month or so.
After a full afternoon of work, my excitement turned from celeb-obsessed to food-and-wine-obsessed. (Hey, a girl's gotta have priorities, right?) And by 6:45pm, I was finally ready to call it quits. As per usual, I popped in my iPod, hopped on the elevator on the 4th floor and waited for the painfully long ride back down. Wouldn't you know it, the dang elevator stopped on the 3rd Floor. I mean, as if that ride isn't long enough already... add the fact that it's nearing 7pm on a Friday night and I'm about an hour late on my wine alarm. Blast.
It was a large group of people, and as the first girl walked in, she casually said "Hey, how ya doin'?" in a beautifully familiar accent. I looked up, pleased to be in the company of one of my fellow compatriots, and was in the midst of returning the "hi" favor -- as any good, optimistic, and painfully eager American will always do, when I realized just who I was hello-ing...
In what will not be remembered as one of my most tactful moments, my "hello" came out a bit like this:
Hiiiiii -- Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyonce ... ?
That's right. I'm in a packed elevator, literally pressed up against Beyonce. (She was pressed up against me, to be fair.) It was a Beyonce and elevator wall sandwich, and I was the filling. And can I just say... I don't think you're ready for this jelly.
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Dear Hospital Club, I would like to formally apologize for EVER complaining about the slow speed of your elevators. In fact, I would recommend, for safety of course, that you consider easing up a tad bit...