Oh, New York.
So I went to visit Sarah at work and took her for coffee. She led me to this little English grocery/restaurant/cafe and it was totally cute. While we were perusing the selection (no to Jaffa Cakes, yes to Flakes) I saw someone out of the corner of my eye that deserved a second look.
IT WAS FUCKING RANDY HARRISON.
Ah! Justin! From QAF! (Which was the first fandom I was engulfed in.)
The high schooler inside me was flipping the fuck out. The me now just pulled Sarah to the side and let her know. She's never seen the show, but I need her to back me up. I keep seeing famous people and I don't dare take photos of them, so I'm afraid my friends are going to stop believing me soon. Needless to say she was still terribly excited because this is her first "star-sighting."
I have to say that I respect him for living/hanging out in the cutty part of South Williamsburg.
Also: Sarah got some Smoky Bacon Walkers and they were surprisingly good.
IT WAS FUCKING RANDY HARRISON.
Ah! Justin! From QAF! (Which was the first fandom I was engulfed in.)
The high schooler inside me was flipping the fuck out. The me now just pulled Sarah to the side and let her know. She's never seen the show, but I need her to back me up. I keep seeing famous people and I don't dare take photos of them, so I'm afraid my friends are going to stop believing me soon. Needless to say she was still terribly excited because this is her first "star-sighting."
I have to say that I respect him for living/hanging out in the cutty part of South Williamsburg.
Also: Sarah got some Smoky Bacon Walkers and they were surprisingly good.
