Recent celebrity sightings
Three weeks ago I'm walking to get a haircut. I'm on Lexington Ave, waiting at the light on 72nd (a two way street) and I notice the man next to me is Mike Wallace, wearing a sportcoat and gray flannel slacks. He looks trim and fit, but his hair is more white than I've noticed on TV. The light turns and I continue the two blocks to the barbershop, a place that, incidently, has pictures of it's regulars on the walls, one of whom is Mr. Wallace. I get my haircut and as I'm leaving, I walk past him getting a haircut and a manicure.
Two weeks ago at a noodle place in the East Village I notice Martha Stewart with two middle aged British men (I believe the French call it menage-a-trois?) sipping sake. She's big, like 5-11 with shoulders like a linebacker. She could kick the crap out of Diablo in a fair fight.
Yesterday, eating ribs at Blue Smoke (St. Louis style ribs were pretty good, pink from the smoke and tasted good, with just a little sauce that wasn't cloying), megantw said, "That woman over there looks like a cross between Andi (friend with a big mouth) and Julia Roberts." I look over. I say, "I think it is Julia Roberts." We stare. We disagree. We think she isn't. We think she is. Turns out she is. She looks much worse in person. Too thin, small, too much hair, oversized mouth. Oh well. The ribs were good.
|