Monday, August 4, 2014

a brush with fame

I return to New York, and Zelia and I are going to the premiere of The Hundred Foot Journey. It’s more than a ten mile journey to go from a week of no makeup and cut-offs to a nice dress, uncomfortable heels, and a fully-done face. It makes me not want to go.  But I said I would so I do.

I arrive early, but already the area around  the Ziegfeld theater is gated off.  People are lined up hoping to get a glimpse of the stars. I feel special just having a ticket to get in.


Mostly people have come impressively dressed, though there are a few men who look like they have just come from the beach. 

Once inside, people are giving out free teabags that somehow relate to the movie.  We take a teabag and also some free popcorn and drinks.  The massive theater of 1,131 seats is full.  We see lots of people but no stars.



The movie is sweet.  As we are leaving, I notice Oprah standing directly to my left.  She is one of the film’s producers.  

I say something witty and charming.  “I loved the film.” 

She responds with equal wit and charm.  “Thank you.  I’m glad you liked it.”  

Wow.  I actually spoke to Oprah.  Very exciting.  Really.


Others are taking pictures so I do too.  I’m such a sucker for the famous. 


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