Meeting David
Finally finished this entry. It is very long and contains possibly every interaction (I can remember anyways) we were lucky enough to have with the beautiful man. Your love for him may increase exponentially from reading this. You have been warned.
Round one:
The first night we arrived in NYC we met up with Rebecca, Susie, Amanda and Robin (all Philes who were seeing the play that night). We were meeting them in front of the theatre after the play. I guess I wasn’t thinking because the thought of seeing him that night didn’t even cross my mind. We got out of the cab in front of the theatre and there was a transport truck between us and the theatre. Then - in Extreme Home Makeover “move that bus!” fashion - the truck moved and I found myself 5 feet from David freaking Duchovny. I honestly didn’t move for at least 30 seconds. I forgot how to function. Finally, I thought “do something! Anything!” So I grabbed my camera and took some pictures and got my picture with him that night. After he left the girls and I took some pictures in front of the play poster and went out for drinks. It was an AMAZING night! Not only had I met David, but I’d also met some great new friends. I was happy to die, lol.
(Robin, Amanda, Susie, Rebecca and I)
David and I the first night. Not a good picture of me AT ALL, but it's David! So who cares!
The next day we did some tourist things and met up with Rebecca and Andrea (anniemarie75) for a delicious lunch. :)
(Liz, Rebecca, myself and Andrea)
That night we were going to the bars in Manhattan - close to the Lucille Lortel Theatre. We had been drinking and we had the brilliant idea to walk by the theatre before the bars to see if we could catch another glimpse of the beautiful man. Looking back, that was probably not the coolest thing to do - but hell, we travelled 840km to see him. Looking back, I'm definitely glad we did.
Round Two:
He came out of the front doors again (how cool is he?) and signed things and took pictures again. He was in a much better mood than the previous night.
I thought I was keeping my cool until I saw this picture:
As he was signing the Rolling Stone magazine picture I’m pretty sure I said OUT LOUD (shit!) “I’m trying to stay calm right now...” I’m surprised he didn’t run away from me, lol.
Luckily I didn’t seem to scare him much judging by the rest of the night.
I offered to take a picture for a girl but her camera was on a driod and I wasn’t sure how to take it:
Me: “I’m sorry, I’m not sure how to use this.”
*as she is showing me how*
David: “You’re Canadian aren’t you?“
Me: “Yes, I am. How did you know?”
David: “You say “sore-ee” (as opposed to “s-ar-ry”)
Me: “Oh right, it’s “s-ar-ry”, here. You know, I’ve been made fun of all week for that.”
He smiled at me.
Then it was my turn to get a picture with him. Judging by this picture, I wasn't shy. I'm pressed up against him pretty tightly, haha. I said it before and I'll say it again - I had been drinking. He was warm - and soft - and SO much better looking in person, which I didn't think was possible.
I somehow captured the moment when he yelled across the road to his co-star (John the man who plays the detective and lawyer in the play) that he will be right there. That’s my Sharpie in his hand! lol
At the end of it all, he handed me back my Sharpie and asked if I’d ever been to the restaurant he had previously pointed to. I managed to shake my head no. Then he says - “they have really good Sangria’s over there, you should try them sometime, I’m going for one now.” I nearly died.
So naturally we did what any sane person would do, we went over there for a drink. When we walked in, we asked him if we could sit at the table next to him and he said “by all means.” When I looked at the drink menu I immediately looked for the Sangria. It was like $14, but I didn't give a shit. It could have been $100 and I probably still would have got it. However, the menu did not describe what a Sangria was, so naturally (with the help of the liquid courage previously ingested) I stood and asked him what was in it. He was kind of flustered at first (which I didn't understand at the time, but talking to him later I think I figured it out) but then managed to explain that it was a fruity wine drink and me, being the genius that I am - with the intention of helping him in his stumbling description - said:
Me: “Oh, so it’s sweeter then? Kind of like a girly drink?”
David: “Uhh ...”
Me: *realizing I just called his drink girly* “Oh, I didn’t mean to -”
David: “Oh, no, no.”
Both of us: *chuckled a little bit*
I still cannot believe I called his drink girly. Who does that? *facepalm*
After I sat back down:
David: “Oh and if you’re hungry, the chicken is really good. I recommend it because it’s the only thing I’ve actually had here.”
Me: *laughs* “Thank you very much.”
Tracee Chimo, John Earl Jelks and one of the stage hands were all there having a drink with him. The Knicks game was on the TV directly above my head so David had his chair turned to look at it - meaning not only was he only about 4 feet away, he was also facing my way. :)
When he was finished his drink he hugged everyone goodbye and turned to say goodbye to us. In another display of coolness - I asked him for a hug. LMAO. He said “of course!” Best. moment. ever. Then instead of leaving, he initiated a conversation with us. The content is pretty much a blur for me. I was trying so hard to keep my cool while at the same time being completely overwhelmed with happiness that he was talking to me, that not a lot registered. Also the fact that the Sangria was pretty strong probably didn’t help the situation.
I know we talked about Canada. He told me he lived there for five years and fighting the urge to scream “I KNOW! I KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT YOU!” I instead said something like “during the X-Files, right?” or “in Vancouver, right?” or something. We talked about exactly where in Canada we were from and when we were in town until. Shakespeare came up for some reason and then we talked (and by we I mean he did) about the difficulty of doing theatre and how drastically different it was from television. He eluded to the fact that the play went a little bit rough that night (possibly explaining his flustering earlier?). He admitted that he was really upset about it. I remember trying to give him some words of encouragement in the form of a little pep talk that probably consisted only of “I’m sure it was still wonderful”. I felt so bad for him. By this time I’d realized we hadn’t even mentioned we were seeing the play. This part I remember because it was so unbelievably sweet:
Me: “We are going to see the play tomorrow night, we are really looking forward to it.”
David: “Oh that’s great. I hope tomorrow goes well. I will do my best.” (SO freaking cute!)
Me: *what I hope was a sympathetic look* “I’m sure it will be great!”
David: “I never caught your names.”
*we introduced ourselves and shook his hand*
Me: “It’s lovely to meet you.”
David: “You as well. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow night.”
Me: *nearly goes into cardiac arrest* “We look forward to it as well.”
After he left, we introduced ourselves to Tracee Chimo (the brilliant actress who plays the prostitute and talk show host) and one of the stage hands whose name escapes me. I felt like an idiot though because I didn’t recognize Tracee at first:
Tracee: “Have you seen the play?”
Me: “We are actually seeing it tomorrow night.”
Tracee: “Oh that’s wonderful! I hope you enjoy it.”
Me: “I’m sure we will ... are you in the play as well?”
Tracee: “Yes, I play a prostitute. I have to pretend to give David a blow job every night. Tough gig.” (OMG!)
Liz to the stage hand: “Are you in the play as well?”
Stage hand: “No, I work behind the scenes. I take care of David’s testicles.”
Me: “Umm, what?” *laughing*
Stages hand: “I don’t want to give anything away, but you will understand when you see it tomorrow night.”
Me: “Interesting.
Tracee: “Have a good night. Make sure to come say hi after the show.”
Me: “We will! It was great to meet you.”
Tracee: “You as well.”
(Liz, Tracee and I)
(The keeper of David's testicles and I, lol)
I sent Tracee a Facebook message after we saw that play:
Hi Tracee,
We briefly met on Thursday night at the restaurant across from the theatre. As we mentioned then, we were able to see the show last night. I just wanted to let you know that we enjoyed the show tremendously and that your performance was absolutely incredible! I was blown away by how well you embraced the complexities of your characters. I have so much respect for what you do. Theatre is not easy, despite the fact that you make it look that way.
Thank you for taking the time to say hello that night and for helping make our trip to NYC an unforgettable one. Keep up the incredible work!
Jessica
She added me as a friend on FB after that. I was pretty stoked.
After they all left, this pretty much sums up how I felt:
Needless to say I didn't sleep that night. Or the night before for that matter. I've never experienced a high like that. They really need David in pill form.
Round Three:
This was the night of the play. Annie and I nearly had to have our hands amputated after the show due to the fact that we had a death grip on each other's hands throughout the entire play. I'll admit that I zoned out a few times during David's monologues because again I was overwhelmed by the fact that he was right in front of me again. The play was really good - which was a nice surprise considering I didn't even know what the play was about really. I didn't care as long as David was in it, lol. At one point in the play he was buttoning up his shirt but he did it wrong, so he had to undo it again and start over. What a wonderful mistake it was. :) God that man is in excellent shape. After the show we got a few things signed.
David *as he’s signing a playbill for me* “The Canadian’s are back!”
Me: *laughs* “We sure are. The play was absolutely amazing.”
David: “Thank you. It went much better tonight.”
Me: *smiling like an idiot because he remembers me and our convo the night before about how the play went the previous night*
So again, as we are posing for a picture he again says to someone that I couldn’t see, “yeah I’m going to go over there after.” Then he looks at me and says
David: “You girls going to come over for a drink?”
Me: “Probably, yeah.” (knowing that we may not be able to, but wanting to more than anything)
David: “Okay we’ll see you soon.”
And that was that. We were unable to join him do to situations not under our control. I was so upset that we couldn’t spend more time with him, but absolutely elated about the time we did get.
It was such an incredible experience. Often times when people meet celebrities they love, they are left underwelmed. This was the exact opposite of that situation. I played out meeting him a hundred different times in my head - but all of them paled in comparison to the actual experience. I never could have imagined him being so nice and down to earth. So although I didn't think it was possible to love him anymore than I did previous to this trip - I do.