Katie and Saibi go on an adventure (a.k.a That one time I met Benedict Cumberbatch)
So.
I don’t really know how to start this because I’m shaking so bad. Let me say that in all honesty, this plan NEVER should have worked. From the start, it was horribly flawed. But fortune favors the brave and apparently favors the stupid and unprepared even more.
Saibi (simply-walked-into-mordor) and I, unfortunately, did not win tickets to the PBS Sherlock Screening/Event. We were extremely upset about this. But we had the afternoon off and decided why not go into the city and try and see if we can run into the Cumberlord and Our Father Who Art in Evil, Moffat?
We only knew two things - where the PBS Sherlock event had been held LAST year (a theater near Central Park) and vaguely where the hotel they were staying was (courtesy of a picture Sue Vertue tweeted). We assumed it was the Ritz Carlton based on Google Street View (turns out we were wrong, more on that later).
Armed with NO knowledge of when the event started OR ended, or if we were correct about EITHER location, we charged into the city like really stupid explorers. Once we arrived at the theater, it became very clear that this was NOT the location of the PBS Sherlock Event (mostly because of the ‘Berenstein Bears - The Musical!’ signs plastered all over it). Minutes later, I was FB messaged a pic of the line outside the event and that sealed the deal. Okay. We had no idea where the event was (couldn’t tell from the image) and even if we could get there, the line was monstrous and getting at Benedict and Moffat after the event was likely going to be insane and impossible.
So we moved on to the Ritz Carlton and quickly realized that Sue couldn’t have possibly taken the picture from the Ritz’s window. So we did what Sherlock fans do best and we deduced. We cannot and will not tell you what hotel they are staying at because it’s enormously creepy that WE figured out and it would be ten times worse and horribly invasive if we told you. Sorry guys.
So, we were fairly certain we had the right hotel and there was nothing to do but wait. So we did wait. For a solid few hours. And no one was showing up. We decided that once it was eleven o’clock, it was time to call it a day. Then it hit eleven and we decided…okay, just a half hour more.
And just as we were about to leave, a big, black SUV pulled up.
And out came this.
Yes, ladies and gentleman, that is Benedict Cumberbatch. Who told us and the other five or six people who magically appeared (autograph hawkers, ick) that he’d go inside, put his stuff down, and come back out to do autographs.
This man is too nice for his own good.
Moffat came out next and I forgot to take a picture because I had started shaking so hard I thought I was going to fall over. He signed an autograph for Saibi. And then Benny came back out and started signing and talking to us about shooting Season 3 and Star Trek and living in L.A.
At this point, I was hyperventilating.
At this point, my knees started to shake.
And at this point I nearly peed my pants (yes, that’s me, with the crazy hair and the glasses).
He touched my hands, you guys.
I may never stop smiling.
I then called my parents and my friends and screamed down the phone, started crying, and collapsed on the street.
The end.
BSI Weekend 2013: The Stupid Long Write Up!
Okay so I’m going to stop being lazy and write about this weekend and it’s going to be long, and filled with lots of random pictures, and gushing over wonderful people, and then being an ass and forgetting other peoples names, so if I mention you but don’t name you, don’t be offended, I am literally the worst with names aaaaugh DDD:
Wednesday: I had an afternoon/evening flight from Atlanta to Chicago to New York, so it was a long day of travelling. Little did I know that on one of those flights was an awesome person that I would get to hang out with during the weekend. More on that later though!
Aubre and Lee were perfect angels and picked me up from LGA at nearly midnight. Bless their hearts. Lee even brought me a red velvet push-pop cake Q///A///Q They then took me to my hotel which was AWESOME and I’m going to refer everyone to them in the future and stay there all the time always. Check out this building:
SO CUTE. It was on 29th, right off of Park Ave, so there was lots of great stuff nearby. My criteria for hotel in NYC were: less than $100 a night, with free wi-fi and a private bathroom. Which incredibly sounds impossible, but this place totally delivered and was clean and comfortable and friendly. LOOK AT MY KAWAII ROOM:
AND MY KAWAII BATHROOM:
NO KEY CARDS, JUST THIS OLD-SCHOOL KAWAII KEY:
It was so old school. The elevator was hand operated and everything. I was so impressed. I loved it.
Anyway, after I threw all my stuff down, Lee and Aubre ventured to the Nearby Korea town/block with me for some late night noshing, as it was now after midnight. We found a tiny Japanese/Korean place and got some AWESOME food (LOOK AT THIS KAWAII RAMEN:
and then I promptly crashed hard when I got back to the hotel.
ALL OF THE SHERLOCK MADNESS STARTS BELOW THE READMORE
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- YOU GUYS HOW MANY OF YOU ARE GOING TO COME INTO TOWN FRIDAY FOR 221B CON?
- BECAUSE I KNOW THE CON IS SATURDAY AND SUNDAY
- BUT
- I’M HAVING A HARD TIME IMAGINING FITTING ENOUGH PEOPLE INTO ONE HOTEL ROOM FOR A TEA PARTY?
- SO UM
- WHAT IF?
- I THREW A TEA PARTY THE FRIDAY NIGHT BEFORE THE CON?
- IN MY USUAL ATLANTA TEA PARTY SPACE?
- WITH THE THEATER ROOM AND EVERYTHING?
- WOULD THAT BE OKAY?
- It’s not close to the convention center, but it’s not hard to find.
- I’d encourage car pooling??
So yeah...
Today I went to the SherlockNYC Frankenstein meet-up. I had stayed at my friend’s house the night before and she is really Uptown, so we took the A down to NYU. Little old me was waddling around at our stop to get up to NYU in my “I Am SHERlocked” tee and with my two over-the-shoulder bags thrown criss-cross across my chest making my chest look like some kind of all alien creature. Now, mess-of-a-human-being-me notices someone that looks a little too familiar for comfort in New York City. He was just a fraction taller than myself, strolling by in simple jeans, a white tee, and black shades…and suddenly, my face went flush and I needed to get out from the platform and in to the air as soon as possible because I had just walked by BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH! Me. My disgusting self today in my retarded shirt.
I sped-walked away from our passing and then bolted a few shops away from the subway stop before my friends caught up with me and asked me what was wrong. I felt nauseous, horrified and humiliated. I started stammering at them. How could they not have seen him?! I thought to myself. They commented on his friend but had not really taken notice to him. “I would know those cheekbones a mile away!” I said, shocked that they didn’t seem to believe me. They tried calming me down but I suddenly needed to sit down so we hailed a cab and rode up to our brunch with me freaking out by the window—chanting like a maniac that I had to be right. My friends didn’t understand why a man like Benedict would take that subway and we ended up thinking of all the possible reasons why it was not him.
Finally, after much convincing, I was led to believe that I hadn’t actually seen Mr. Cumberbatch, but simply a man that shared a striking resemblance to him. Nonetheless, I did not tell a soul at the event for fear of making everyone extremely giddy about a possibly-local-Cumberbatch.
After a long day, I had settled on the train home and cracked open a book to soak up the time…when I received a most interesting message from one of the Staff at SNYC which basically read: “Holy crap, Christine. You DID see him. He went to Coney Island today!”
I paused.
Inhaled.
Are there pictures? I texted back, to which I received an image in response.
To say it simply enough: I lost it.
Suddenly, all the emotions from before came flooding back and I didn’t know which end was up, down, or sideways anymore. He was in fact wearing what I had seen. I had been right all along.
Guys…I unintentionally bumped in to Benedict Cumberbatch today. Something that I only thought would happen to me in England happened to me in my hometown and it was my own and it was magical while completely embarrassing all at the same time.
Of course, the moral of this story is: I saw Benedict Cumberbatch and I ran AWAY?!
I’m so STUPID!
By the way…unexpected Cumberbatch?
