Hey, What’s Up?

The other day I was at the gym, rushing to my Atletica class (shout out to Ilaria!), when I saw this girl who I swore was one of my friends. She was sweaty and gross and looked to have just finished up a pretty intense workout and although I couldn’t quite figure out how I knew her, I was certain she and I were cool. As she neared and we made eye contact, I became even more convinced of our friendship. Then, just as I’m about to say hello, it hit me.

That girl was not one of my friends. She was Janice Huff, our local NBC news correspondent.

I am such a dork.

What’s funny about that story is the fact that I was approaching her with such confidence, I was so sure we knew each other, that I think for a moment Janice was herself trying to figure out how she knew me.

Which leads to an amusing story from high school, involving Rob Lowe.

Yes, that Rob Lowe. The one that was insanely hot back in the 80s and is even hotter today.

He was in town for the Democratic Convention, I was downtown with friends, we saw him, everyone freaked out, and then I casually called out, “Hey Rob, what’s up?” like we were cool. Like I knew him. And guess what? He walked over and chatted us up. Of course, this could be due to the fact that we were a group of giggly girls and he couldn’t resist the temptation, but I like to think it had more to do with the fact that I was so freaking cool about it that for a moment, he wasn’t quite sure whether or not he knew me.

So guess what? Next time I see Derek Jeter or Rashida Jones, I’m totally acting like we go way back.

“I’m a leader, y’all on some followin sh*t.” – Lil Kim