Okay, maybe that analogy doesn't really work, but I'm tired.
All that, and I still feel like a failure of an aunt. Why, you ask? Because I couldn't deliver on the one thing that my niece, Kaytlin, was REALLY hoping for while she was here: a Miley Cyrus sighting.
Miley is in town with her fiancee Liam Hemsworth while he's shooting a movie. Kaytlin is Miley's number one fan--or at least in the top 100. She doesn't wear Miley's face on her t-shirts or anything, but she does know all of her songs by heart, has seen every episode of Hannah Montana, and owns all of her movies. It felt like fate when their visits coincided, and I told Kaytlin that we'd try and arrange a chance meeting between the two.
People, please learn from my mistakes: don't ever tell a teenage girl that her favorite actress/singer is in town. It's a recipe for disappointment...and fatigue.
On Sunday, we divided up: the boys went to Penn's Landing, and the girls went walking. We started at the river and made our way up South Street, then to Rittenhouse Square, shopping in stores that seemed Miley-esque and moseying around the park where I've heard she's been seen walking her dog. There's a fine line between stalking (like the paparazzi) and hopeful loitering...and we were walking it for four hours. Several miles and a sunburn later, we decided to call it a day and try again on Tuesday.
|This was Sunday--that should have been us! Maybe we didn't dress weird enough.|
Now, one of my favorite things about Kaytlin is that she's a very generous, appreciative girl. Before she even got here, she had agreed to stay home with her brother and The Kid to babysit while The Hubby and I went out to dinner to celebrate our 11-year wedding anniversary. Of course we took her up on it, and The Hubby made a reservation at an excellent restaurant in the same neighborhood where we'd been wandering around earlier in the day.
When we got there, we decided to have a drink at the bar and wait for a patio table to open up since it was such a gorgeous evening. Not five minutes after we sat down, I turned around and who do you think was standing directly behind me, at the hostess stand?
Miley. Freakin' Cyrus. and Liam Hemsworth.
I was SO FRUSTRATED--there are no words.
Not five hours ago, Kaytlin and I were hanging out across the street from the restaurant. Now that she was at home watching the kids, here was Miley Cyrus, standing ten feet away. Out of all the hundreds (thousands?) of restaurants in this city, she just happened to show up in the same one I was in. Really?
Not wanting to interrupt her dinner (or jeopardize mine by being thrown out), I concocted a plan. Since we were going to be eating on a sidewalk table near the front door, we'd certainly see them leave. Therefore, I wrote "hi Kaytlin!" on a cocktail napkin and planned to (very politely) ask Miley to hold it up while I took her picture. Brilliant, right?
Only, she never came out the front door. The pair left out the back, because there were two photographers staking out the front entrance. I hate those photographers.
|Just having dinner with Miley and Liam....technically.|
We spent a few hours yesterday back at the park again, hoping to garner a photo or autograph, but to no avail. I guess I wasted all of our celebrity-spotting luck. We did get water ice, though, which was *almost* as good.
Even though Kaytlin didn't get to live out her dream, I think the experience brought us a little closer together. She was really sweet and good-natured about the whole thing. She hasn't even been gone for 24 hours and I miss her already. Such a great kid.
Being in the same restaurant as Miley Cyrus also gave me a whole new appreciation for my privacy. She can never enjoy dining on the patio at a restaurant on a beautiful evening. Heck, she can't even dine in a restaurant in peace--I can't tell you how many times I heard the words "Miley Cyrus" being spoken in that two hours we were there. How distracting would that be, to hear your name over and over, everywhere you go? I get mad if my husband posts a picture that I TOOK to Facebook without my permission--being followed by paparazzi would be the seventh circle of hell for me. I'm so happy I'm not famous.
Miley, if you're reading this, I hope you enjoyed your dinner that night and that you're enjoying your time in Philly. I hope that everyone is being nice to you. If you would like to turn one of your top 100 fans into the happiest girl alive, drop me an email. I can hook you up.