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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