I was definitely disappointed when the Cravings book signing party in NYC sold out before I could snag a ticket. But I felt like if it was meant to happen, it would. Of course, I did put a little effort into it. Good old Twitter. I found someone who accidentally bought an extra ticket and couldn’t get a refund. This was just hours before the event. The heavens parted! And somehow, just like that, it WAS meant to be.
This was the line outside the Samsung 837 building. The place doesn’t actually seem to sell any products. They refer to it as a “digital playground” where you can check out all of their techware.
When I walked in, a bouncer gruffly asked for my ID. He checked mine and almost broke his neck looking at me. “You look greaaaat…insert unspoken ‘for your age’ here.” “Yeah, you just..you just…go in and have some FUN!” Thanks? It was like he thought it was cute that some closet geriatric came to party. Apparently, I’m on the older end of the age spectrum when it comes to being a Chrissy Teigen fan.
It was really nifty inside. There was a dj booth encased in clear glass, awesome demonstrations of their virtual reality technology, and a 3-story screen surrounded by stadium seating.
I watched a Cirque du Soleil act up close while sitting in their “Virtual Reality Tunnel”. It was bananas! And it’s a complete 360 degree experience. In this VR world, I was at a theater watching a rehearsal of guys doing crazy acrobatics, and I turned around to see empty theater seats with someone cleaning the floor. Talk about details, right?
I want this phone.
There was this trippy roller coaster simulation ride there. I was laughing because people were terrified during it. You did kind of feel like you were on a ride, but it wasn’t as intense as a roller coaster. However, the screams I heard from people rivaled the ones at Six Flags. Look at these cute friends holding hands! I was definitely the outsider here…
which is painfully obvious in the following photo.
Not only were the virtual reality demos really mind-blowing, but the food and cocktails from Chrissy’s book that were passed around were so tasty!
Making the Frito Pies!
I got so lucky, because this suited up dude comes over and tells the Frito Pie chefs to stop making them. He goes, “There are still more than 50 people outside waiting in line. So serve this person the last one.” That last person was me. And boy, was it yummy. I can’t wait to make my own for some future party I will now have to plan for these snacks.
John Legend’s LVE wines were also served. I actually liked the Chardonnay a lot, and I don’t usually drink it.
This is Chrissy thanking John. Everyone looking toward him as he comes into view. Those two are really adorable.
“I gained like 15-20 pounds.” The aftermath of John being Chrissy’s taste tester for the book.
More wine and Chrissy’s Gardetto’s-inspired appetizers while I was waiting to meet Chrissy. I was crunching on these and enjoying them immensely when I suddenly threw down a perfectly seasoned pretzel. Nooooo. I had just used mouthwash and felt so fresh and so clean and ready to speak to Chrissy. And now I had au de garlic + onion going on. Great. By the way, in the bathroom, I could hear the women who had met Chrissy gushing about how beautiful she looked up close and how friendly she was. I sat there peeing and feeling pretty stoked. I was going to meet her, too! “Don’t eff it up, Erica,” I told myself before a flush and a skip out to the sink to gargle (and wash my hands, duh). But alas, I had already mucked it up.
You’re probably wondering what the big deal is. It’s not like I’m going on a date with her. I just had this fear that Chrissy might have a really acute and heightened sense of smell from pregnancy. Could you imagine if my “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Gardetto’s Breath” made her ill, and she had to leave her book signing early? Yes, that’s a bit of a reach, but it was truly what was going through my head.
All was forgotten though when I got up to Chrissy and sputtered, “I’m so excited to meet you!” And then I pretty much blacked out from the said excitement. I barely remember yammering on about Twitter and how her Fish en Papillote recipe is tricking my husband into thinking I’m a good wife. I even said fish “en papillote” with a French accent. Like an asshole. Who knows what else I said. I do remember her skin looked awesome, and she was so so so nice. Even though my recollection of meeting her was hazy, I remember my FEELINGS. And my feelings were this: “Oh man, she must be so bored and tired of meeting so many of us throughout the past weeks. She’s preggers! She’s gotta be exhausted! And hello, a bunch of us germ-infested strangers wanting to get near her and touch her belly and possibly compromise her immune system! Omg, did she just hold my arm? How is she smiling and being so freaking sweet??” I guess those aren’t really feelings? Well, I was ecstatic. 😀
Oh boy. I look so annoying. It looks like I’m giving an Asian peace sign, but it was #1 as in Cravings is numero uno and a best seller on several lists.
So remember how I came solo? It wasn’t that bad, honestly. I made friends with all of these warm bartenders and Samsung 837 workers. Well, at the bar, this lovely chica named Anri (pronounced like “Henry” in French) and I were toasting and chatting. Then she invited me to hang with her friends, and we ended up moving to another bar for some dancing! Fun, fun ladies. Look at Chrissy and cooking bringing random women together.
Troy Liquor Bar had some fantastic dance music with loads of space to move. I had come here back in the day when it was called Bar 675. This is my impromptu “cook book gets dj approval” shot. Hey, they all loved Chrissy there.
I’m really looking forward to making more food from this beautiful and entertaining book (the stories will make you laugh). My friend Lauren and I decided to test the recipes out together. This is very good. Because I had promised Andrew that I would throw away all of my stacks of unread old magazines by March 1. But I negotiated a later date of April 1 with the stipulation that he would get more delicious meals throughout the month. Heh heh.
Look, I know I have a problem. It’s not as bad as Peggy Blomquist’s magazine hoarding issues (you must watch Fargo). And really, is a paper goods problem really that bad? It’s not like I’m hoarding and spending money on designer bags. And in the end, those magazines kind of saved Peggy’s life.
Anyway, getting off topic. I can’t wait to share my adventures in cooking soon. Let me know if you have checked out Cravings? If so, any favorite recipes? I’ll go for those first!