So my wonderful hubby had a business trip to New York that just happened to fall on a weekend that I could have a Friday off work, which happened to be my birthday weekend. I was just cosmically destined to be in New York on the 29th of September, my 34th birthday.

We headed to Strawberry Fields in Central Park, then strolled through the park to 5th Avenue and walked down to Tiffany's, which was the first place on my list to go visit. Wasn't breakfast time, though. We cruised through the first floor, and I was just dying at some of the displays, where the prices are not marked anywhere because most people can't conceive of the cost of some of those gorgeous pieces of jewelery.

I didn't want to go up to any of the other floors, so we went out the revolving door and I stood to get my picture taken in front of the "Tiffany & Co." sign. Right after the picture was taken, a couple of guys walked between my husband and I. I looked at this guy, he was kind of hot, and then I realized that it was VAL KILMER OMGOMGOMG It's Iceman!!! It's Doc Holliday!!! It's Jim Morrison!!!! IT'S BATMAAAANNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!! You know what I mean.
We followed him for several blocks and at one point I stood right next to him waiting to cross the street. I did not have the nerve to say anything or take any pictures, I regret it now, but it just felt wrong somehow. I did immediately text everybody in my cell phone contact list to tell them. I read later that he was in town for a car show in New Jersey.