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September 22, 2005
OPINION
Hi's and Loews
by Daniel Erenberg
One day in December I was taking a piss in Penn Station. My band was playing a show later that night and I had come into the city by train. I was nervous already, and trying to psyche myself up for some really amateurish guitar playing and other such stuff. I walked out of the bathroom drying my hands on the insides of my pockets when I saw a beautiful woman out of the corner of my eye. But wait. That woman looked familiar. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to her.
"Are you Morena Baccarin?" I asked in a too-loud and too-squeaky voice.
"Yes" was her simple reply.
I didn't give myself too much time to take her in, but she was stunning. Her skin looked as smooth as porcelain and her soothing voice would have done a lot to calm my nerves about the show I was worried about, but in her presence I was nervous about a whole new set of things. Was my hair alright? When was the last time I brushed my teeth? Why the hell had I worn that Radiohead t-shirt? Could she be a fan? Shouldn't she be off filming "Serenity" right about now?
"Oh, man", I managed to spout. "I am such a huge Firefly fan!"
"Oh, thanks", she replied in that remarkably soothing voice.
A thought crossed my mind. "You have to sign˜". I trailed off. Eventually, I said "Something". The first thing I could think of was my train pass which I had in my wallet. I fumbled through my pants pocket and finally was able to get out that train pass. I gave her a Sharpie that was attached to my keychain. She wrote down her name.
"Oh, god!" I said, flabbergasted. "Thank you so much."
"It's fine", she replied. "Thank you".
A man walked over and stood next to her. It could have been Joss Whedon or Nathan Fillion or any number of men who I love. But I didn't even glance at him. I was so entranced by her beauty and grace. So Inara wasn't totally an act.
This is when I remembered that my band-mate Nathaniel was waiting for me at the other end of Penn. I turned around and started walking, but I walked a little too fast and I stumbled a bit. When I reached Nathaniel, I told him that I had just met Morena Baccarin. He'd never heard of her. Maybe he will soon.
"Serenity" comes out next week. You are all probably well aware that it marks Joss Whedon's feature directorial debut (he wrote it as well) and the return of Firefly, this time to the big screen.
Two days ago, I tried to see it. My friend Eugene told me he had heard about a special secret screening at a Loews theater on 32nd and 2nd at 6:30 PM and told me I should probably get there early as they were only handing out 100 tickets.
So Joss Whedon fan extraordinaire Caroline and I ventured out to the city at nine in the morning with beach chairs. We sat down and set up shop as the theater hadn't opened yet. And we sat. And we sat. We sat some more. There may have been some more sitting. And I‚m pretty sure I remember some sitting after that. We sat for hours. (We figured out that I can name every Buffy episode in order, something I‚m not sure I should be proud of or totally frightened of). Finally, after many hours of sitting, the theater opened where we were informed that there had been an advanced sale that involved flyers and a secret phone number. "Serenity" was sold out.
So I suppose I‚ll just have to see it next week with the rest of Joss Whedon's legion of fans. I don't really mind. I can't wait. (Oh, yeah. Anyone know of a midnight screening in Nassau county?)
It's been a long ride waiting for this flick. I think I can wait another week.
Daniel Erenberg (AKA: Dan)(AKA: Nighthawk) is fairly happy with the life he lives in his house in the Yorkshire section of Lynbrook, New York. He's got a band called The Doldrums which he alternately thinks are brilliant and awful. He writes almost as often as he watches television, which any reader of his Slayage column knows is saying a lot. Beautiful girls and other types of Buffy fans can reach him at ghe37@aol.com. |
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