Dinner With George Clooney
Well, very nearly anyway. He was sitting behind me as T and I enjoyed THE BEST sushi we have ever had at Kazu in Studio City, California. My philosophy when it comes to celebrities is duel. On one had, they are just people who live a life they choose to be rather public and dog gone it, why would I, who am also just a person want to pander and pant all over them. Let them live a normal life for pete’s sake. On the other hand, it was George Clooney! So I tried very discretely to get a good look at him. I went to the bathroom just to walk by him and see if T was right. Yep, it was George. It was all we could do to carry on a conversation because of that deep, sexy voice as it floated to our table beaconing us to eaves drop like some celebrity hungry fools. Oooh, my sensibilities to “just let them live a normal life for pete’s sake” where trampled by that crazy desire to go plunk my giddy self at his table and ask millions of questions all while staring into his smoldering eyes. Damn my inability to hear well in places where there is more than one person speaking. He must have been funny because the ladies he was with were laughing. T and I left Kazu overcome by a desire to giggle like a couple of love sick school girls (sorry honey, couldn’t think of a better way to say it.). It was as if he is part Siren and the sound of his voice seduces those around him into glazed eyes filled adoration only to have his hold diminish as distance is put between his victim and the sound of his booming voice. By the time we reached our car, we were laughing at our new experience and all our big talk about not idolizing anyone. But still, I had dinner with George Clooney.
