Once a homeless man told me I was so beautiful, I could be on the cover of Us Weekly. Not Vogue, mind you, but Us Weekly. I guess that could be a springboard to something… less trashy.
I had just bought the man a bagel, so technically we can’t take his opinion as completely objective, but he did give me hope. That’s the closest I’ve ever come to being famous.
The tabloid hasn’t called (yet), but these days they have their hands full with Jon and Kate + 8 – a healthy relationship + a few new girlfriends + an Ed Hardy wardrobe – their dignity. When that mess blows over, I bet they will call. I’m sure of it.
In the meantime, I will study the ways of the rich, famous and beautiful by going to the movies. A lot. Nick and I went twice last week. They have air conditioning and popcorn.
Also On Tap for Today:
- Register my Charlie Card online… woooo!
- Meet my mom and aunts for dinner
Have you seen any good movies recently? How do you keep cool when it’s hot enough to fry an egg on the griddle?
