Recently, I have enjoyed a precious day trip to New York with my family. More specifically with my mom and sisters. We went up to see Hair, because my mom has been dying to see it ever since she was 10 and saw it with her original family.
All the mom wanted to do was see Hair and meet celebrities. She claimed her only reason for bringing her camera was to take pictures of all the celebs she was bound to see in the magical city. I could tell her that we were probably not going to see any, but c'mon, I saw Matt Damon when I was walking around once.
Anyway, score! We got tickets to Hair and then walked around, look
ing for a place to get a mini-meal. We passed a bunch of other theaters along the way with shows we wanted to see. Oh right, the Tony's were last night! I thought Rock of Ages looked cool. All these fab bands "from the ages." Also, I recognized Constantine from American Idol in the pictures outside the theater. Apparently he is the lead.
We found our mini-meal place to eat nearby and grabbed food. As we were ordering, I saw Constantine from American Idol and asked him if he was Constantine. Apparently he was. I pretty much just recognized him because I had seen him on the wall at Rock of Ages a second earlier. My mom, an avid American Idol fan, jumped at her chance to get her picture with a celeb, despite Constantine claiming his non-celebdom, and took like three pictures of us with him. I blushed for the rest of
the day. After all of this, my mother asked me which one he was. I guess memory really does go with old age.
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