Speaking Of Celebrity, Destiny Retorts

Last night, I commented that Pamela Anderson was the only modern sexual icon tantamount to Marilyn Monroe. Tonight, madam destiny gave a different response.

A highlight night in any restaurant is the patronage of the famous (they gotten eat). My current establishment was visited tonight by Ms. Cindy Crawford. When she arrived I first thought "maybe it's her," then saw her trademark mole, but she still looked too young (kudos). My orders were to keep an eye on the VIP table and I gladly obliged. Frankly, after the initial awe, I was more concerned with dropping something in her lap than ogling.

My first 'known persons' encounter was with Mr. Jack Cafferty, a recent subject of my commentary. I prided myself on maintaining my professionalism, thought I was ribbed endlessly by colleagues behind the scenes. I did hear him mention how Jacques Chirac had "been right all along" about Iraq. Personally, I don't adhere with anyone whose Middle Eastern policy states Iran "Having one or perhaps a second bomb a little later, well, that’s not very dangerous." It is when their president is preaching the reckoning and claiming to be the 12th Imam (who will return just before the end of the world).

The only other, whom I joked to cohorts was more famous than Ms. Crawford, was my personal favorite; Supreme Court Justice Samuel Alito. It was shortly after his confirmation and I did break protocol while presenting the check, expressing my esteem and shaking his hand. One of his guests asked me a question and in my reply I mention that I blogged. Aghast is a suitable adjective for the response of the group and I was tongue-tied. I was lucky enough to mention my support when he thanked me again during his departure.

Just another benefit of the oft-maligned service industry (like moving cross-country because you know people in California, with all their quirks, still eat).