Compared to my idealized image of most New Yorkers, I’m not the best celebrity spotter.
My top three have been:
Al Sharpton (January 30, 2006) – This one doesn’t count, though, because he’s more political figure than celebrity, and I only saw him when somebody walking down the street in front of me literally pointed to a cafe window and exclaimed, “hey look – it’s Al Sharpton!”
Tim Robbins (January 14, 2006) – This one doesn’t count because it took me seeing his puppet caricature in Team America: World Police to put a name to a famous-looking face shopping on Fifth Avenue. I’m sorry, but if I don’t immediately know who you are when I see you, I really can’t in all honesty consider you a celebrity, no matter how many Oscars (one) or Oscar nominations (two) you might have.
Rachel Dratch (November 11, 2006) – Counts a little, but I just now had to google “Saturday Night Live Dartmouth grad Debbie Downer,” and it still took me a long three minutes to remember her name. So… doesn’t really count.
And that brings us to today, which was made different from other days by warm, breezy weather and a very weekday sighting of Ian Benardo – you know, that flamboyantly annoying kid from the American Idol New York auditions.
(Yes, I had to google “American Idol New York flamboyantly annoying” to learn his name.)
My husband also says that we passed Isiah Thomas on the street today, but I don’t really know who that is.