Strug in the City: DREAM COME TRUE

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I'm gonna continue the Easter weekend posts, but first I have to make a public service announcement. Well, it's not actually a PSA. It's jut super exciting.

On Monday evening, I worked as a red carpet escort at the Film Society of Lincoln Center's Gala Tribute to Sidney Poitier. I didn't get paid, but I got to wear a pretty dress and escort celebrities and their significant others down the red carpet.

And on Monday evening, my childhood dream came true.

I met, and escorted, and had a conversation with JAMES EARL JONES.

Guys, this is huge. Star Wars defined my childhood. I had a Yoda cake for my 3rd birthday. My dog's named Chewbacca. Han Solo was my first true love. I built my own Millennium Falcon. I had little toy figurines of Death Troopers. I'm pretty sure I was convinced I was Princess Leia (Leia sounds enough like Lida).

So I was waiting by the red carpet, and it was my turn to escort. I didn't know who I was going to get. A black Escalade pulled up, and out steps Mr. Voice of Darth Vader himself. And I introduced myself and told him I was going to be escorting him and his wife, Cecilia (who is so sweet). Then, in case I wasn't in heaven enough just shaking his hand, he acknowledged my existence, and said "Thank you, Lida[!] It's great to meet you[!]" (Exclamation points are mine). And to top it all off, the AP got a photo of us together. Not together together. But in the same photo. It captures the moment right before I turned around and saw that I would be escorting the man, the myth, the legend.

I literally died and went to heaven.

I also escorted Mary Louise Parker (of Weeds fame. Not a nice lady. Not nice at all) and Regis Philbin (who is just the coolest old guy ever). Also at the event, Quentin Tarantino (!!!!), Quincy Jones (who is so badass), MORGAN FREEMAN, Sir Ben Kingsley (who wore a pimpin' purple tie), Jim Belushi, and, of course, Sidney Poitier.