OK, if you’re a star, by all means act like one. Smile, look fabulous, do the whole lunch thing, or don’t. Seriously people. Last week I had a meeting at Newsroom. Newsroom is right across the street from The Ivy – the most see and be seen spot on the universe. Also on the fabulous Robertson Boulevard block are Kitson, Cedars-Sinai and a host of other hot spots. The place is a hive of activity. There isn’t a blind, deaf, homeless man without electricity or a mailbox who doesn’t know that the paparazzi LIVE on that corridor. Lindsay Lohan has had so many fender benders in front of The Ivy and Newsroom that it’s a miracle she doesn’t have her own star on the sidewalk.So last week when I had lunch at Newsroom (I really like their healthy food, swear), I expected to be part of the scene which can be annoying because I was basically a small ant on the picnic basket of life over there. My chicken salad and I were completely flash bulb free. Not so Miss Marilu Henner. I will hand it to Marilu, the woman looks fabulous and is a veritable publicity machine (Google her and get 2,190,000 hits. 2 million hits for the chick who got her break on Taxi? America – land of the free and prosperous. Unbelievable.) Marilu takes a table in the middle of the restaurant (perfect for me, right where I could see her) and does the usual smile and nod. Then the unthinkable happens.
Mid-meal, Marilu and her posse of two glam squaders head to a now free table on the corner patio where the paparazzi just HAPPEN to be able to get their long lenses right into her entree. She is of course baffled and mystified that they could’ve found her out at this low key lunch. Newsroom erupts in a sea of flashes (none of those lenses trained on TPG, I must remind you because the devastation was reinforced), so many that you could’ve rebuilt a subterranean tunnel with the glare alone. When I was sure that I had seen it all, Marilu et al finish lunch (none of these people really eat so the lunch part is actually quite quick) and head for the door. Apparently Marilu was unable to remember where the door really was because her friend (previously joined at the hip) has to call out to her from across the room: “Marilu, this way!” Ah yeah. If the blind, deaf homeless man from yesterday’s post didn’t know that Marilu was in the building then nobody did. And how was YOUR day?
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