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Originally posted by ironweed
Then what happened? Dish, dish!
I feel sorry for you living in flyoverland, when here in New York the glamour celebrity moments just come so thick and fast it's hard to keep up! Like that time Harvey Keitel told me to fuck off when he was eating brunch at Bubby's. Actually he didn't say it to me, but the person he said it to could have been me if I had crossed the street. Plus also I have met a guy who draws cartoons for the New Yorker, if you can believe it, but I was drunk and forgot his name and I don't see his stuff in the magazine anymore. I mean, how wild can you imagine it? That's how wild it gets here, baby.
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Hey -- I saw Hugh Jackman at Bubby's a couple months ago -- and felt ultra-cool, because I wasn't doing what the guy at the table next to me was doing: namely, calling everyone he knew to tell them that he was in a restaurant with Hugh Jackman. I, being the cool cucumber that I am, called only five or six people.
Among my other brushes with fame (not counting being on a first-name basis with GWNC -- that puts me like, 5 degrees away from a bunch of famous people instead of the full 6), are the times Bobby (DeNiro, of course) and I would chit-chat while waiting for our respective children to emerge from music class. Ahhh, those were the days...
Also, Christy Turlington and Ed Burns were at a playground benefit in Central Park with me yesterday. (Well, OK, they weren't exactly there
with me, but we were all in the same place. They and a guy I know from work. It's just fame, fame, fame everywhere you look in the 'ol COTU.
