The opposite of starstruck

Today I was walking down W 53 St between 8th Ave and Broadway, navigating between the tourists and paparazzi who were wildly snapping photos of the black SUVs in front of the guest entrance to the Ed Sullivan Theater for Late Show with David Letterman and all I was thinking about is, “wow, my hand hurts. I wonder what I did to it…”

I wonder if I missed seeing Former British Prime Minister Tony Blair or actress Julianna Margulies. … Hmm, actually, no I don’t wonder. :)

My hand is fine, btw. It needed a little crack-crack of the fingers. All better now.

6 thoughts on “The opposite of starstruck

  1. C’mon…admit it. You were also checking out the dancers showing up for work at Flashdancers across the street, right?

    Not that I’ve, ahem, been there or anything.