Hmmm for the first time in my life I have absolutely nothing to say. My brain is in meltdown, it’s as blank as a cotton wool and cloud sandwich topped with snow- and its all Madonna’s fault!
Well OK, maybe not personally as I didn’t actually meet her but I was in the same room as her, I think, for a few minutes, maybe…At least there was a big swarm of bodyguards and people hanging around a blonde head on one side of the party and you couldn’t get anywhere close. Not that I was trying too hard after almost having my phone confiscated for trying to take a picture that could have been loosely in her direction, if she was even there, but was actually pointed at the amazing New York skyline that I can just never get enough of.
When you are at Boom Boom, on top of the Standard Hotel it really is jaw- droppingly beautiful. I rebelled by locking myself in the bathroom with my camera and taking pictures of myself with the impressive backdrop – such a rebel! Or maybe just vain… guess I could have not put myself in the picture and had more of the view.
Anyway I was far too happy to watch the Madge frenzy from the other side of the bar as I guzzled her champers and chatted to the gorgeous Mr D’Arcy, the star of her new film W.E that premiered here in NYC last night. I was actually, secretly terrified that I would get to meet Madonna and she would ask me what I thought of her film and I would have had to admit that I had missed the screening, being stuck downtown in the middle of a rainstorm with my times (and knickers!) in a twist standing on the curb, drowned rat style, at rush hour, trying to get a cab to take me uptown to Ziegfeld Theatre.
It just wasn’t happening and am sure my absence would have ruined her night… But am tres excited to watch it this week. Have to admit have always been a little obsessed with the Edward/Simpson debacle. Anyway as ever the evening was all too much fun and I am now having to absorb the alcohol with eggs, waffles and milkshakes in Big Daddies Diner…oh the heights to fall from. Have been here about 20 minutes and still can’t decide whether to have my eggs scrambled, poached, fried, boiled -uh oh not decisions again!
Am reading the news on the Oscar nominations and very excited for Jessica Chastain- loved her in The Help .But as much as I adore and worship Meryl Streep isn’t it just ‘enough already’? I mean even she must be embarrassed by now, it’s crazy. We know she is God, beyond an above any living actress. But I think she has some magic powers that help her to morph into different people, its not actually acting. She should have a category of her own at the Oscar’s. The Meryl Streep award for best ‘morph into another person’. I mean imagine being told you’re nominated for an OSCAR and then Meryl Streep being in the same category, it’s like winning and losing a billion pounds at the same time. And the worst thing is you can’t even disagree or say she isn’t worthy- cause she is, God damn her.
But back to important business, am going with the scrambled egg whites, am not quite sure what the point of only eating half the egg is, am always worried about the waste of yokes.I hope they use them to make mayonnaise.
Went to Man On A Ledge premier last week too (ooh yuk am I becoming a premier slut?) I have to tell you to save yourself the ticket price.I can say that as I don’t know anyone who was involved in the making, and probably never will now.
Not that I would have after almost knocking the director out in a fight over a seat. I thought he wasn’t being that gracious when I beat him to the last remaining seat in the cinema and was mortified when he got up two minutes later and introduced his film. I think he got me back though because as I walked out everyone was staring at me. I thought it was a little strange as Elizabeth Banks, Kyra Sedgwick, Sam Worthington and the talent- challenged Genesis Rodriguez with her rather enormous assets were there so they had plenty to stare at rather then me.
It wasn’t until I had been standing at the bar stuffing myself with peanut M&M’s (my staple diet when without hubby to feed me) that my darling friend Raza Jaffrey decides to inform me I have a large A4 piece of paper stuck to my back saying “Reserved for Mr Worthington.” After fighting the director off for Mr Worthington’s seat I had unwittingly got my comeuppance!
After that I made Raza sit in a corner with me so I could hide myself from creating any more chaos or killing myself with embarrassment. We caught up on life and drank SODA WATER- I know, but it’s true, promise- it was a very strange evening. We are in prep for Raza’s big night this week; his new show SMASH premiers on Thursday at the MET, (yes, OK am definitely a premiere slut) but so excited to see it!!!
Hmmm… for having a brain like a cloud & cotton wool sandwich topped with snow I have jabbered on far too long…gonna go steam my head at good old Soho House xxx
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