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Anonymous wrote:Madonna and Lourdes: I was on the beach in San Diego with my high school girlfriend and her family. I was flying a kite. Madonna approached me with Lourdes - who was probably 4 years old - and asked me if I could teach Lourdes how to fly a kite. We played for probably 30 minutes. She was with a massive male bodyguard and a butch female nanny/personal trainer/bodyguard who also looked like she could crush me. Madonna made small talk with me, but was incredibly aloof. Lourdes was a sweetheart and a typical 4 year-old. I remember the female nanny being much more involved with Lourdes. No one on the beach recgonized them.
Ironically enough, I met Guy Ritchie at the MTV Movies Awards just six months later when I was working as a seat filler. This was before he had met Madonna and he was doing press for Lock Stock & 2 Smoking Barrels. He's definitely a brooding artist. Also next to him were Jason Statham, Vinnie Jones, and the rest of the Lock Stock lads. Totally hilarious guys, they gave me (a 17 year-old) a bunch of drinks.
Kid Rock: sort of a dick.
Dustin Hoffman and his wife: lovely people who welcomed me into their UWS home. I knew their son in college, but didn't realize who his parents were. One day he invited me to his parents' UWS apartment for watching movies and family dinner I didn't put two-and-two together until I saw the Oscar statutes in his parents' bedroom.
Janet Yellen: Teensy-tiny and so soft spoken. She's the polar opposite of the typical DC blowhard.
Zoe Deschanel: utterly bizarre. I worked at a hotel restaurant in NYC and served her breakfast for an entire week. She seemed zonked out on medication. She would drink half a cup of OJ, half cup of coffee, and eat two bites of a single hard-boiled egg each morning.
Pierce Brosnan: total Irish lad. Gregarious, hilarious, a man of the people. Again he had a few meals at my hotel restaurant. He arrived in the late afternoon from JFK and wanted some beers and food after a Transatlantic flight. He sat with me for an hour while I served him beers at the bar and we just bantered back and forth. The paparazzi was waiting for him outside the hotel all day - we had a good laugh as we waved at them through the window. He had me send a keg of Brooklyn Lager to his penthouse hotel room. Great tipper.
Funny enough, I saw Pierce at the baggage carousel at JFK 18 months later. He totally remembered me and we had a laugh about the paparazzi.
Scottie Pippen: he came into my restaurant with a woman. He ordered everything for both of them, was sort of a curt dick, and he and his date basically did not talk at all through the entire night. Really awkward situation, neither looked happy to be there.
Very odd they let you wander through the parents bedroom on your first visit to a friend's house.