We live in a society that stalks celebrities, puts them on pedestals and under microscopes, and weaves tales about their lives that are either enthralling or mundane. So, it’s always strange when I see those celebrities in my own environment, like the time Drew Barrymore sat behind me at a movie, the Iron & Wine show where I shared balcony space with Winona Ryder or the night I slurped udon a few seats away from Ralph Fiennes. I feel as though they should be standing on a magazine page or behind glass. I forget that they are real people with real lives.
Last night, Rama and I found ourselves partying (read: watching the party from our little corner of the club) among the likes of Jason Schwartzman, Zooey Deschanel, Kelly Osbourne and all these people who probably have been in TV shows and movies and bands but who knows which. It was very surreal.
On one hand, the fact that we were friends with the same girl made me feel like we’re not that different from one another after all. On the other hand, I still felt like I was watching some reality TV show or having another one of my crazy vivid dreams.