I love seeing celebrities in New York. It's one of the best parts about living out here.
I'll never forget the time I saw Jack Bauer walking down my street, the time Hugh Jackman was talking on a cell phone outside my building, or the time Katherine Heigl's boyfriend got out of the subway next to me (yeah, I know that's going to raise some eyebrows but I enjoy reading the gossip magazines and websites).
I recently moved within the city and am now living pretty close to the Meatpacking District where, with all of its trendy restaurants, shops, and boutiques, the odds of seeing a celebrity go through the roof. As a result, I've started walking home from work a little more often. And last week, I was lucky enough to see....
That's right. Natalie Portman. Just me and her and her enormous sunglasses. This was the second time I've seen her in the city, so I felt a certain cosmic bond between the two of us. I immediately texted a friend and when I got home, fought off the urge to be a total psycho and send an update to Gawker Stalker.
What did I do instead? Well, I looked up stuff about Natalie Portman on the internet. For about 2 hours. In the dark.
I actually did come across this video though. It's an interview with her boyfriend, Devendra Barnhart, who is kickstarting the folk music revolution in America (read: doing lots of acid and meth and occasionally releasing CDs with lines like: "In 1902/The devil sucked off the moon.")
Note: Your brain will never survive after watching this moron speak. We take no responsibility for the idiotic things you do after seeing this. Seriously, it's like one of those bad SNL skits that never, ever, ever, ever ends. Seriously, this guy is a cross between Hansel and the guy from Sarah Marshall.
I have to say that seeing this asshat made me lose a little respect for N-Po. The least she can do to make up for it is date this guy: