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Dinner with a Celebrity
An evening dining with Julia Roberts, the pretty woman herself, would be just swell. Where would we eat, you ask? Well, that is a very good question. We would eat at the most glamorous place in town, of course. But the town would not be Manhattan, Los Angeles, or any other cosmopolitan locale where people go to see and be seen. No, we would eat at somewhere out of the way. Somewhere where there is privacy and decorum. Somewhere where the locals could spot me dining with a star of Julia’s magnitude and fawn. Simply fawn.
Julia would order Steak Frites, because she is not one of those stars. You know…the celebrities who in interviews swear that they never eat junk and rarely exercise. The same stars who say that they don’t use a nanny because they’re JUST.LIKE.US. Well, Julia’s the real deal. And she’s eating steak and fries. And a cocktail. Maybe two! Old-fashioneds. (She is a big fan of Mad Men after all, and besides George —-Clooney, that is—- used to drink them all the time when they vacationed together at his home on Lake Como.)
The stories she would dish out to me concerning her Hollywood colleagues would be as delicious as my Lamb Milanese. Did you know that Susan Sarandon is a coke fiend? Or that Richard Gere can play the ukelele? Neither did I before my evening with Julia. But these are the things you learn when dining with a star of her caliber. Things would get serious for a moment. Her eyes would well with tears as she tells me how she started acting as a way to compensate for the lack of attention her parents gave her as a child. But then, as if with the flip of a switch, she would flash that megawatt smile. “But look at me now,” she would say. Look at me now. With a toothy grin like that, who could refuse?
