That time I partied with Colin Firth.

Way back in November, I started a post about a big night I had. I never published it because I couldn't get out what I needed to say without sounding overly gushy, starstruck and lame. I still don't think I can do it. Here's a bulleted list of how the events unfolded. It's hard to be gushy in a bulleted list. 

• College roommate/good friend called me and said she had an extra ticket for the premier of a Colin Firth movie in New York. 
• I packed my bags and drove to Philadelphia, by myself.
• We drove to NYC and checked into a hotel.
• Taxi dropped us off at the Ziegfeld Theater for the premiere. 

• I accidentally walked in front of Colin Firth's limo, resulting in being yelled at by a paparazzi and a security guard.
• We got our seats in the theater (which were in the main area and NOT on the balcony, where the riff raff sat)
• Decided to run to the lobby for a quick pee break.
• Inadvertently ran into Colin Firth and his wife Livia in the lobby. Did I mention that our tickets came directly from Colin's wife? She is friends with my friend's uncle. 
• They stopped talking to the adoring fans and HAD A CONVERSATION with us. I babbled and fidgeted and I think I said "thank you" ten times. Particularly in cases where the phrase "thank you" had no place. 
• Colin introduced us to his friend, Helena Bonham Carter. HELENA BONHAM CARTER. 
• Shit was real.
• They asked us if we were going to the after party. We were invited to the after party.

• Watched movie. Standing ovation. Amazing.
• Caught a cab to Royalton Hotel lounge called 44 Lounge
• Tons of people were begging bouncers to let them into the party, but it was invite only. We were invited. 
• Beautiful people, beautiful food, abundant alcohol everywhere.
• The people we recognized (besides the stars of the movie) were Christine Baranski, Valentino, and Moby. Very random.
• Drank and people-watched for a couple hours.
• As Colin and his wife left the party, surrounded by a throng of people, they came over TO US and thanked us for coming and said goodbye. My friend talked to Livia about her uncle while I had an awkward conversation with Colin Firth, in which he touched my back. My friend got her picture taken with them but I froze up and didn't ask. Ah, well. 

     *   We went back to the hotel and freaked out.

• The end.
• I hope I managed to give you an unbiased account of the night. Sorry for some all-caps. I'd be really embarrassed if Colin read this, but I'm pretty sure he's not subscribing to my blog. Maybe he's lurking.
  
  
  Anyway, the reason that I chose this moment to finally come clean about the fact that I am in fact best friends with a Hollywood A-Lister  met Colin Firth and Helena Bonham Carter is because he just won the Golden Globe for best Actor! Oscars are next . . . 
  
  
  If you haven't seen the movie, go see it!