Okay? No Way.
LaGuardia Airport, Queens, July 23rd, 2014. Have you ever felt something so deeply in your soul that you just wanted to keep reading or watching or listening to it again, and again, and again? That's what The Fault in Our Stars is for me. The book, the movie, and even the soundtrack. I have to actually force myself not to re-read or re-watch TFIOS too often just to make sure I keep it special for myself. I went through this in 2002 with A Walk To Remember, and I will admit I made myself sick of it for a while after watching it once a week (though it will still make me cry EVERY single time).
Ansel Elgort was cast to play Augustus Waters and he couldn't be more perfect for the role. He is Augustus Waters. I had to meet the real life Augustus Waters. Through sources that shall not be named, I was made aware of his flight information departing from LaGuardia airport. This was something new to me, and to be perfectly honest, possibly too much for my fangirl tendencies. This felt like stalking to the umpteenth degree.
Low and behold when my posey weren't the only people waiting for Ansel (let alone other celebrities), I felt slightly less creepy. To my surprise, Ansel was not alarmed to see fans waiting for him in the airport. Instead, he walked up to us and said, "How do you guys always know?" I certainly didn't know, but now I also didn't mind. He was so amicable about the whole situation and just had us line up to take pictures and get autographs. Somehow it came up that my friend and I were probably his oldest fans (not in time, but age), to which he responded by inviting us to his DJ set at Pacha that weekend. Pacha, really? At 23 years old I had done a good job of never getting sucked into that ratchetry, and I was going to go now? An 18 and under place? Well, if Ansel Elgort is inviting us. He told us not to worry about the age limit posted in the ad, that it was a misunderstanding and everyone would be allowed to go.
That's not exactly what went down at the door. I was rejected, heckled, and laughed at for even trying to get in because I could "take advantage" of a minor. Because I have the face of a rapist, right? To make matters worse, we obviously weren't the only people over 18 trying to get into the event because by the time we got home, Ansel tweeted that there would be a separate event for 19+ after the 18 and under event due to the confusion. We weren't going back to the city after all that, especially to be faced by the two overly narcissistic doormen again. I had never felt old a day in my life, even now. For years I had faced the dilemma of being under 21, now being over was a problem. As the doorman in Knocked Up said, "You're old for this club, you know, not for the earth."
To be continued...