"Celebrity looks good on you."

That's what I would have said today to the singer who stopped by the office for an informal interview... if I had been able to take any concentration off keeping my hands from shaking.

That's right. When Teddy Geiger met us in the north conference room, the circulation in my hands was non-existent and my leg crossed at the knee kept kicking uncontrollably.



I never considered myself starstruck, but that's probably because I don't have much of a track record with the rich and famous. But fortunately I was composed enough to throw in an educated question and remember his publicist's name.

Ever since he was one of very few males to make it to the cover of Seventeen, he's been an office celebrity. Fulfilling my duties as social management groupie, I've already read at least 15 comments wanting him to grace the cover again.



But even with the little blip of excitement he offered, the highlight of the day was meeting my cousin Anna. A Texas native, we joked about southerners attempting to communicate up north. Introducing me to a new subway train, she escorted me to Times Square where we ate really good brick oven pizza at Bella Vita and then trudged our already full tummies a few blocks to Roxy Delicatessen for the best cheesecake I've ever put in my mouth. We opted for the safe route and ordered cherry, but one selection on the menu inspired too much curiosity in my palate: "toffee heath bar crunch cheesecake." I'll have to go back, but the half-piece I consumed was a meal in itself.



Anna was wonderful fun, and I'm so glad to have a family member here, even though I'd never lain eyes on her before 6 p.m. today!