I gorged myself last night. And it wasn't on tofu steak and steamed bok choy. Although it should've been. No, instead, with the same enthusiasm as Kirstie Alley, I ate the dinner of: Pissed- Off- Actress- I- don't- Care- Anymore- About- What- Size- Stinkin'- Hollywood- Wants- Me- To- Be- I'm- Going- To- Eat- That- 8- Ounce- Cheeseburger- And- Fries- And- I'm- Going- To- Wash- It- Down- With- A- Beer.
I went to dinner with my husband and a couple of friends. I guess I should've realized when my MALE actor friend from Toronto ordered a burger sans bun and a side of spinach instead of fries that I wasn't being as careful as I should be.
The four of us then journeyed across the street to Bar Marmont. Now, you Hollywood types know this bar. For those of you who don't: Bar Marmont is adjacent to the hotel, Chateau Marmont. Chateau Marmont is famous for being a celebrity hangout ...
Here are some interesting facts about the Chateau: John Belushi died at the hotel in 1982 after overdosing, Jim Morrison of The Doors injured his back while swinging from a drain pipe in there, and it's also where Natalie Wood and James Dean met for the first time during a script reading of "Rebel Without A Cause". (You can read all these facts and more at: www.seeing-stars.com/Hotels/ChateauMarmont.shtml)
Sidetrack: Why the hell was Jim Morrison swinging from a drain pipe?
So, we had a couple of drinks there. My favorite drink of the moment is a Kir Royal. It's Champagne with Chambord. Although some bartenders use Creme de Cassis. It was very loud in there. Everyone knows that Thursday is not the day to go out in Hollywood. Everyone goes out on Thursdays. Let me clarify: Everyone with REAL jobs- not actor/writer/dancer/singer/entertainer types. We're out all the time. Thursday is the night that all the people with those real jobs go out because they don't give a rat's ass if they're not fully functioning on Friday. The weekend typically begins for these people on Thursday at 5pm.
I thought it was funny though that my Toronto friend and I saw our waitress from The Peninsula a few nights earlier drinking there. We felt compelled to call her over and remind her that she waited on us the other night. So, we had had a few drinks by then. What? She was nice and certainly not annoyed that we felt the need to say hi. I reminded her that I saw Andrew Lloyd Webber at her bar the other night. She said that he's staying there for a few weeks.
I was the one who recognized him. Who knew that I would recognize Andrew Lloyd Webber? I guess all those years of believing I could sing like Sarah Brightman and seeing photos of her with him paid off. When I first saw him sitting at the bar I said to my girlfriend: "Don't look over at the bar, but I think that's Andrew Lloyd Webber." Now, first things first: Saying "Don't Look" is like the international verbiage for whomever you are telling it to begin scanning the area like they were on some sort of manhunt. Why do people even say it anymore? It obviously doesn't work. I should've just said "Yo, 'Drew's at the bar", like he was the most normal person to see at a bar.
Like Cliff.
Like Norm.
Like Sam Malone.
Do you want to know what my friend's response to me seeing Andrew was? "You should go up to him and tell him you're a singer!"
Um, okay.
It was a sweet thought because my friend is totally encouraging always, but I don't think walking up to Andrew after I have had a few drinks to tell him that I sing "Angel of Music" into my hairbrush on occasion is the way to go. Maybe I'm wrong.
And again: Please Do Not, No Matter What, Feed The Actress. Not this one and most certainly not Kirstie Alley.
Posted by: racheloliva on Friday, July 01, 2005 - 12:15 AM
