Having been born and raised in Los Angeles, I hardly ever get star-struck. Then I read Maureen Dowd's recent column on 'The Aura of Arugulance.' Ms. Dowd was just recently in my backyard in Berkeley apparently. She met with two of my favorite Bay Area celebrities, George Lucas and Alice Waters.
George Lucas is a genius and all, and I think his empire up in the Presidio is pretty amazing. But it's Alice Waters and her Chez Panisse restaurant that really made an impression. Many of you know that Maureen Dowd is my literary and journalistic idol. If I could be a fly on the wall during those magical days that she pens her weekly Op-Ed column for the New York Times, I'd die a happy lesbian.
But the fact that Maureen and Alice broke bread together just DOWN THE STREET from my house is a whole other story. It's as if my literary and culinary mentors had a meeting of the minds and didn't invite me. I suppose it's all for the best as I would have spent the entire meal trying desperately NOT to make a pass at Maureen.
There is really no big moral to the story here. And I'm for once not making some big statement about what I think about the world. Just my little ditty about how I so wish I could have had a seat at that table back on April 18.
Maybe when I take my girlfriend for dinner at Chez Panisse for her birthday in a few weeks, Maureen and Alice will still be eating dinner together. I know, wishful thinking. Can't a nice, mild-mannered lesbian have a dream?
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