So, last night, I ran into Margaret Cho in the East Village. I went out to dinner with my roommate at Max’s, which is like this great Italian place that reminded me of when I was living in Florence (sort of). The dinner was I guess something to kick off my birthday week (my bday is on Sunday, eek!). After we got out of dinner, I decided we should take a cab to Union Square, where we were to see Pineapple Express. Directly across the street was an older man, a tween-age kid, and…Margaret Cho. I was all, “Holy shit, it’s Margaret Cho,” under my breath to my roommate. The older man asked us if we were waiting for a cab. As we crossed the street to move to a different corner, I knew I couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by.
I wrote a paper about Margaret Cho in college about a show she did in 2001, sort of analyzing it the context of feminist performance theory. 8 pages long! I remember I wrote it in 12 hours at my favorite cafe by my 90210 beach house apartment in Long Beach, CA. I had been wanting to send it to her since 2004, but for some reason, never got the courage to do so. I dunno, I am retarded.
Anyway, I approached her, asked her if it was indeed her and said something dumb about how I’m a huge fan, etc., and introduced myself. My roommate yelled that he put her upcoming show on his itunes or something, and she seemed to appreciate that. She was nice, but I was trying so hard to control my excitement (I had also just had a couple of glasses of wine), that I couldn’t even like comprehend how this was actually happening. I’ve just been a fan of hers for so fucking long, and to meet her in person was like…I dunno, unreal.
So after the movie— James Franco TOTALLY stole the show, btw— I found my Margaret Cho Performance Theory paper, I found her email address online & I sent it to her. Not that I think she’s even going to read it or care about it, but now I feel like I’ve actually done it, at least. Overall, it was a pretty sweet way to kick off birthday week 2008!