Sara Romanoski, Woman Who Spilled Wine on Glenn Beck, Tells Her Side
You may have heard that someone spilled wine on Glenn Beck's wife Monday evening in Bryant Park. Sara Romanoski, a 25-year-old Manhattanite with a penchant for Hitchcock movies, is the culprit. Surprisingly, though Beck has wept about it and many have written about it, no one has bothered to actually speak to the klutz holding the glass spilled 'round the world.
Even though Romanoski's tweets "were open for 24 hours" before she made her account private and she's "easily Googleable," no one asked for her side of the story. Now, Romanoski explains her motives, her suspicious tweets, and her ironic clumsiness exclusively to the Voice.
"We have been going to movies at Bryant Park, Lindsey [Piscitell] and me and various friends along the way, for five or six years," Romanoski says. "I try to go to the Hitchcock films. We were there the first week this year and were planning to go through the summer."
Romanoski arrived on Monday night "about 20 minutes before the film started," after her five friends were camped out (and not in time to even notice what type of wine would later lead to Beck's whine).
The trouble started when she sat down behind this family:
Romanoski says that she didn't know who it was until "a fan came over and asked for [Beck's] signature." Admitting that "there were hours before the screening that I can't speak to," she says that, from her perspective, Beck's "portrayal that everyone was against him, or that it was an obscene mob, is not accurate."
She did overhear people verbally hazing him modestly:
"People were saying loudly how they were celebrating marriage equality....Someone was referencing their lesbian mothers who make organic granola, that type of general joke...No one was addressing him directly, no one even said his name....It wasn't aggressive at all."
Romanoski says that before the movie, the Becks were "just lounging around, looking at their iPads." On their blanket were a younger man and woman, Beck, his wife, and two bodyguards who were scanning the crowd, but didn't seem concerned to Romanoski.
"It was really innocuous. I felt humor being in such close proximity to him," she says.
Then, she started having some fun at Beck's expense on Twitter.
Her friends responded:
"They were really juvenile things, nothing I was going to pursue. I wasn't planning on actually doing anything," Romanoski says. Still, she found his presence distracting:
And then, things got interesting.
"Four people on our blanket had fallen asleep. The movie was maybe 75 percent of the way through. I decided I wanted a second glass of wine, so I reached over my friends, and my friend handed me the bottle. I filled the glass, which I tried to balance between my calves. Which turned out not to be the most well thought out plan, because as I was trying to return the cap to the wine, I spilled the glass...onto the open space between our blankets.
"I couldn't see, but it had made a small puddle, behind [Beck's wife.] I felt awful about spilling wine onto the American flag -- in front of Glenn Beck! I immediately offered my profuse apologies. My friend said he thought a little got on [Beck's wife's] pants, but it didn't seem like anything serious and it certainly didn't soak her."
One of the younger members of Beck's party asked "if it was water or wine. I explained it was white wine, and offered them our cloth napkins," which Beck nor his wife took.
Romanoski then tried to tweet the Daily Show:
Didn't she really want Beck to make her famous? She says she didn't take the event all that seriously:
The Becks "ended up leaving before the end of the film, but about 45 minutes after the incident. They were incredibly calm...it didn't seem like a big deal...Beyond their calmness, they had two security guards who did not move, and didn't react in anyway."
Whether she wanted it or not, Beck would make the situation famous the next day on his radio show:
Was Romanoski surprised?
"I want to be surprised. But I'm not. The reason I put up that tweet was anticipating that this was going to happen. This is what he does. This is what I'd seen that he does with his material, and now being in it first hand, I understand he was looking for something to get worked up about it. I don't know if he'd have reported [the evening] if I hadn't had my faux pas! I don't know if he'd say still say people had been jeering him and his wife... I think he's looking to satisfy his audience and express his theatrics. That's it. In person, he reflected none of the anger or his sincere expressions of love and wishes for people to pray for me that he displayed on his show last night as he cried. So now I have all of his love and prayers. Thank you. Really? You don't have to."
Does she think that Dr. Freud would have made anything of her taunting tweets, followed by her clumsy glass?
"Think about it, " she says. "If you could dream up a passive aggressive response in a similar circumstance, wouldn't it be to spill something?" Still, she maintains, "It was an accident. I offered my profuse apologies immediately," adding that in the middle of the 39 Steps "would be the wrong time [to purposely spill something], when there is the substantial amount of time in the film and no practical way" to exit.