A friend of mine walking along the sidewalk toward Mr. Chow's in Beverly Hills last night walked past a woman talking loudly on her cell phone.
"Monica
Lewinsky is in there!" she said.
Not long afterward, standing outside near the paparazzi, he observed Monica exiting the restaurant, wearing a blue dress. He said she looked exactly like she looked in the 90's. The photogs, overwhelmed by their hard work photographing Suzanne Somers, Wolfgang Puck, Eric Idle, Hugh Jackman, Oliver Stone and last but definitely not least, man-about-town Don Rickles and his wife Barbara---the photogs didn't recognize Monica.
So my friend, as she was walking away, said, "Hey---it's Monica Lewinsky!"
"They went nuts!" he said--"Where? Where?" --And mobbed her.
"I wouldn't have recognized her either, necessarily, if I hadn't overheard that woman," he told me. "She just hasn't been on my mind, you know."
"Do you think she liked it?" I asked. "Or was she annoyed?"
"Oh--I think she was liking it."
"Was she really wearing a blue dress?" I asked.
"Swear to god."
As far as I can tell, Monica proves there's a lot more to beautiful than that anorexically skinny look that so many women labor intensively to get. And she seems a lot sweeter than that warmonger Hillary, too. I admired her for not changing her name or hiding her light under a bushel. We love you, Monica!
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