This happened on Father's Day. My brother, mom, and I all drove in to see my sister who was in NYC (from DC) for work. Pops would join us later after he handled some business back in the Elm city. Anyway, we went downtown to the Grand Tribeca, got some coffee, and hung out with big sis until it was time to leave and meet up with pops.
The elevator opens up and bam - a freaking dog. no leash, no shame, just a big old fatass dog. To his left, hot babe, and to his right, some dude in sunglasses slanking against the glass. Tight squeeze, but we all shuffle in. I'm bored so I just stare straight ahead while homie cracks jokes about being unable to control the dog.
My sister took an actual picture and all, but it's from the back, poorly lit, etc.
Ground floor. Dog and handlers leave while my fam and I stroll out. My sister waits a beat, then whips around and says, "do you know who what was?!" me: "no?" "that was definitely John Legend!!" The doorman confirms, but I'm still skeptical. We creep outside so big sis can have her starstruck moment and witness an unfettered poochface and his model mommy un into traffic and nearly get creamed. Convincing? Almost. Few people other than famous / rich people allow their pets to run free all over a major city like NYC. Then, I spy the most damning of proof: his air-freaking-yeezies. If that isn't proof positive of celebrity and thus identity - well, I'm not sure what is.
Anyway. I'm not a big fan of Legend's music, but celebsightings are always neat. I beleive he is playing at Foxwoods or the other CT Casino in August with India.Arie.
What kind of dog? And was it as cute as mine?
SAMMY G!
uhm, no clue?