every element of this story is essential as to how I actually met him, so bear with me.
I get on the train going into penn station. All is going well, it’s a straight shot, no transfers. About half way through the conductor gets on the intercom and is like “were facing a delay, we’re probably gonna get in around 10 minutes late” okay whatever, no big deal.
We get to Jamaica (for those of you not familiar with New York, it’s a major train station in Queens, and it is not the good part of town). We’re stopped there for an inordinately long time, so something’s up. Eventually the conductor gets back on the intercom and is like, “this train has been cancelled, you all have to get off. the train coming in right after this will take you to penn station”. At which point I was like ughhh cuz the major rule of the LIRR is never. change. at. jamaica. The only time I had done it before we wound up getting stuck there. So I was not happy, but whatever.
We get off the train. Few minutes later, another conductor (or train station manager at this point I suppose) gets on the intercom and is like “okay, to get to penn don’t take the train coming into your platform, take the train coming into platform 1. Okay…all like 200 of us go to platform 1. Then the manager gets BACK on the intercom and is clearly frustrated at this point, and is like “OKAY DONT GET ON THE TRAIN COMING INTO PLATFORM 1. DO NOT GET ON THAT TRAIN. YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO TAKE THE SUBWAY TO PENN STATION.” -_________-
So pissed off at this point. From queens to penn station via subway is a long ride. So we get to the subway, take the subway all like, 13 stops. I get off at 42nd street because that’s closer to where we were going and was actually the stop before penn station.
The train was supposed to get in at 5:38. It is now 6:10. Show starts at 7, and we need to eat. I call my friend, and she already got us a table at Juniors (which is the only place we ever eat at in the city because it’s fast and delicious and relatively cheap). We scarf down our food and get the check, at which point it’s 6:55 and we still have to get two blocks over. crap.
So we literally RUN two blocks, through the middle of time square to 47th street. We continue to run into the theatre except I stop because HOLY MOTHER OF CRAP DARREN CRISS IS LIKE A FOOT IN FRONT OF ME.
I just stopped with my mouth hanging open. I totally had a moment of like no, you’re not here in real life, you live on my computer/tv. Anyway he’s talking to his friend and totally distracted while I’m just standing there gawking. My friend literally pulled me into the theatre and to our seats. The show starts like, a minute later (we were seeing Alan Cumming’s Macbeth. It’s a one person show version of the Shakespeare classic. I won’t get into details about the show on here, I’ll probably make a review post later. I’ll just say it was equivalent to macbeth combined with a horror movie, onstage, with Alan Cummings as the only character (are you scared yet? it was scary). And for those of you who are wondering who the heck Alan Cummings is, he was Floop in Spy Kids. And oh yeah, he got naked. It was majorly awkward.
Anyway, about halfway through the show I have the good sense to look at my program to check if there was an intermission…no intermission. ugh. I hate straight plays with no intermission. So we get through the play, they give him like a five minute standing ovation (I’m not kidding). I checked out after about 3 minutes of it cuz I really had to pee. So I run to the bathroom and I’m just praying like “okay God, there’s about 700 people in this theatre at the moment. Please, somehow, let me run into Darren Criss again”. So after I go to the bathroom, I meet my friend in the lobby. The theatre was just about empty at this point and THEN HOLY CRAP DARREN CRISS IS WALKING OUT RIGHT NOW. So I’m still freaking out, but I’m slightly less terrified this time. So we go over to him (he was talking with another girl at this point) and after she was done we were just like “hi. we love you. can we get a picture?” I swear I was shaking my body had so much adrenaline. We talk, get picture taken, and he is literally the sweetest guy ever. He was getting a backstage tour and waited so we could get pictures with him. agh, my heart. His summation of the show was like “I just literally watched a guy fuck himself on stage”. Which was a very accurate description. And I just AGH HE WAS SO NICE AND GENTLEMANLY AND IT MADE ME LOVE HIM SO MUCH. So we leave the theatre and go back to Juniors for cheesecake, still totally flipping out.
I’ll spare you the rest of it, because nothing interesting happened (other than me finding out that state school dorm bathrooms are really gross and I don’t like them). But yeah. There is a God, who apparently loves me very much, because if every detail of that wasn’t orchestrated perfectly, this never would’ve happened.
And this is a photo of me with Darren Criss. :)