So I went out on my customary after-dinner walk and two amusing things happened. First, I spotted Philip Seymour Hoffman. He was eating at an outdoor cafe right near Hudson and Gansevoort, and I believe he was eating with two children. He smirked when I recognized him. I've noticed this is a pattern among celebrities - the men are flattered, while the women run away (including Susan Sarandon, my very first celebrity in 1999, and Patricia Clarkson, who was terrified when I recognized her in B&N once. But of course I followed the New York code of not saying anything). The one exception to the running-away rule was Tyra Banks, who smiled and said, "Hi!" when I recognized her at a restaurant. She was eating at the table next to ours, in fact. (This was long before E...it was not a restaurant where you would bring your kids.)
The second amusing thing was that I went to a liquor store to buy a bottle of Riesling. The cashier gave me a suspicious look and I knew what was coming. Folks, this is the 3rd time I've been carded since my 35th birthday...which was not even a month ago. Absurd, yet flattering.
The second amusing thing was that I went to a liquor store to buy a bottle of Riesling. The cashier gave me a suspicious look and I knew what was coming. Folks, this is the 3rd time I've been carded since my 35th birthday...which was not even a month ago. Absurd, yet flattering.
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