Okay, it was my intention when I started this blog never to be crass, or destructive, or part of the weird gawker aspect of a fame driven news cycle; and to that end I’ve tried to write pieces mostly on Hollywood history – which means I usually write about people who are dead or buildings that are immune to the damage of paparazzi. Or, I fictionalize the hell out of everything industry related and hand it to you in a short story. (And, yes, tomorrow is yet another short story Sunday.)
So, here we go – where you – dear reader – and I have never gone before: a true story about me and a movie star who is very much alive.
A very brief account of being in a star’s tractor beam (or, as my friend Lanier would say, an encounter with “spellbinding white hot glamour”)… I was on set visiting my husband one evening during a night shoot, and at midnight we all congregated in the catering tent for lunch, it was a particularly cold night for Southern California and the very kind on-set costumer saw me shivering and handed me a huge warm red parka, possibly four sizes too big, with a shaggy fur lined hood, which I immediately pulled on and snuggled into. Then I noticed George Clooney staring at me, really staring at me, from across the crowded room, not only was it crowded, but Mr. Clooney seemed to be the magnetic nexus of a swirl of people. But, he kept looking my way… when it suddenly dawned on me… he was probably wondering who the girl was with the raccoon draped over her head…
Here’s something that’s worth paying attention to – Mr. Clooney, well known for his philanthropic work is auctioning off a luncheon date to benefit the Gay, Lesbian and Straight Education Network, which works to provide safe schools for all. Details here, in the Hollywood Reporter: