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As we were leaving the theatre, my friend Tim noticed that Jeff Daniels was walking out of the theatre. I followed him to the street corner... Here's my lovely experience with Jeff (I refuse to call him Mr. Daniels):
"Jeff Daniels?"
*seeming angry that I recognized him* "...yes."
"May I please have your autograph?"
"No thank you."
Then, he crossed the street. What a douchebag. He lost a long-time supporter. I was the only person talking to him, and nobody else seemed to care that he was standing right there on the corner of 43rd & 8th at 4:30 in the afternoon. Thanks, Harry.
After this encounter, I went back to my friends and family at Second Stage. I noticed a guy get out of a car and start signing for two guys, as well as take pictures with them. I didn't get a look at his face, so I asked the guys who he was. It was DYLAN BAKER! You know... Spiderman; Planes, Trains, and Automobiles; The Cell. I caught up with him as he was walking down the street and asked for his autograph. He said yes, and even asked me my name. He also let me take a picture with him. Warning: This is probably one of the worst pictures ever taken of me. Where'd that chin come from?! I am definitely not that fat! HAHA
Awesome!
After this, I was still fuming about Jeff Daniels. I was never declined an autograph before, and it was by a C-Lister?
My cousin from England is visiting New York for a week, so we went to meet up with her at an Irish pub on 50th & Broadway. She's the author, Ilana Fox.
I got home by 11pm, which is absolutely unheard of for a New York trip. I usually get back at 4am.
It was a very successful day, save for Jeff Daniels. What a bastard.
