A Lack Of Celebrities In A Celebrity Filled Town
Barbara and I recently returned from visiting our niece and her family in LA.
We had last gone to LA about ten years ago to visit her and her then fiancé. On that visit, our niece had said she would take us to where we could see some famous people. We went to Rodeo Drive (not impressive), DreamWorks, DreamWorks Animation (we did see Jerry Seinfeld in an office discussing the Bee Movie) and finally, in desperation, our niece took us to a restaurant she assured us would be chock full of celebrities.
She took us to “The Ivy” for lunch.
“It never disappoints,” she said, “for celebrity sightings.”
We sat down, and perused the menu. I ordered a fruit salad. It arrived and consisted of a few grapes a couple of strawberries a few pieces of melon and lettuce. I had expected a little more for my $25, which in today’s prices would be $40. But this was The Ivy and we were in LA, so I sucked it up and didn’t complain, although I seem to be complaining now.
We sat through lunch, eager for a sighting.
It was not to be.
My niece swore this never happened when she took people there. Maybe we were just unlucky.
We returned to Florida, celebrityless (except of course for Jerry Seinfeld).
This time, my niece assured me, we would definitely get to see some famous people to make up for the debacle of ten years ago.
She and her husband decided our best shot at this was on Thursday night at a well known restaurant called Madeos (I think).
“It never fails,” she assured us, “we always see someone.”
We arrived hopefully and hungry at the restaurant and were ushered into an upper room.
As we entered, I noticed an “older” blonde woman who looked somewhat familiar. I couldn’t come up with a name to the face, so we turned our attention elsewhere.
We had a wonderful dinner and conversation but no celebrities.
The blond lady and her dinner partner left during our meal. but I kept seeing her in the restaurant with different dinner partners. She also seemed to have changed dresses, although they were all fancy and tight.
We slowly made our way out of the restaurant without seeing anyone I would recognize as famous.
I did see the blond lady, seemingly everywhere, in the restaurant.
Being slow on the uptake, it eventually occurred to me that it was different women who coincidently(?) looked almost identical to each other. They had the same hairstyle, type of dress, and facial features: pouty lips, prominent cheek bones, same nose, tight, wrinkle free skin and slight smile.
Were they sisters, twins, cousins?
That’s why the first lady looked so familiar. I had seen women who looked like her in passing, and when I saw her she had a “familiar” look to the ladies I had passed on my way to our table.
The conclusion I came to, was they all went to the same plastic surgeon who had a look he duplicated over and over again.
I was somewhat put off by this since I thought women tried for individuality in fashion (God forbid two women would show up in the same designer dress to the same location), but not apparently in facial appearance. Who knew?
As we exited the restaurant, we noticed four Paparazzi's leaning on a Rolls.
“Aha,” my niece exclaimed, “there was someone famous there! I told you, you would see someone.”
I guess that was as close as I was going to get. I will try again in another ten years.
