These past few days it has been all about TIFF (Toronto International Film Festival) and the appearance of Himself - George Clooney.
No, I have not seen him, except on numerous news reports and on the front page of all the newspapers, because, who wouldn't want to see George Clooney on the front page?
But, I discovered today, that while I was sitting at one of my coffee haunts last weekend, the owner was setting to prepare a meal of a lifetime for ... yes, Clooney. He wanted a special Italian meal to take out. Okay, for his plane trip home. Airline food that isn't anywhere near airline food. Unfortunately, owner Mr Albanese wasn't allowed to meet Mr Clooney in person. But it was two degrees of excitement to that 6 degrees of separation to Himself. I lunched at the bakery where the owner (who, okay, I've also never met, still...) made lunch for Clooney (who he also didn't actually meet, still...)
I bet it is crowded in there today. Sigh.
This made me laugh. How come these people are good enough to prepare food for Himself, but are not good enough to be granted an audience with Himself??
ReplyDeleteSomehow the thought, or desire, to meet any actor or actress has never been on my list of 'wish-to's.
I actually thought that a little rude, but it could have been the handlers and not him. Aparently, he was only a few minutes away, it would have been nice.
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't necessarily want to meet them - I have enough trouble thinking of things to say - but to see them, maybe. Obviously not enough to line the red carpet!
Handlers.
ReplyDeleteWhat? the man is a circus animal?
Fye ont he handlers and come get your own damn lunch.
people who get famous are so weird . . . but, just think he could have been mobbed. Better they pick up the owner and the food together so he could meet him.
ReplyDeleteHe is now - living in a circus, when not at his Villa in Lake Como.
ReplyDeleteThe food was delivered to his plane at the airport by the chef, personally delivered by the chef, and still no intro!
I would hate to be famous.
ReplyDeleteI would like to sit at a table with George without him seeing me. Just sit and listen to him and watch him talk. He seems like a cool guy.
I can understand the handlers thing. I mean, he's George Clooney. How could you constantly interact with strangers every time you go out? I wouldn't want to do that, why should he?
And he is notoriously aloof. Look how long it took Ellen to meet him? I was watching her today and apparently he has moved his office so it is no longer beside her studio. Hmmm, co-incidence? Perhaps not.
ReplyDeleteA Zen riddle: if Clooney orders lunch, and no one sees him eat it, was it truly he that ordered it? ;-)
ReplyDeletemore to the point, what happens to all that good food?
ReplyDeleteI bet Daniel Craig would have made it a point to meet the chef. Daniel's nice. Daniel's perfect. Daniel's in MY dreams. Frequently.
ReplyDeleteand yet, strangely, he does nothing for me. good. no fighting when we are out partying with the celebs.
ReplyDeleteIt must actually be a terrible way to live I would think...I have to say I still miss him on ER...I guess now I have to say I still miss ER:)
ReplyDeleteThe man eats? yay. Now all you need to do is get some of those skinny 'celebrity' wimmin to eat...
ReplyDeleteDear Lord, just let me breathe the same air as George Clooney......
ReplyDeleteFunny post.
ReplyDeleteGeeze, even Obama stepped out and picked up his own maple cookies and beavertails when he was in Ottawa. Does George think he's better than Obama? Eh? Eh? I don't like him at all. Except I really liked him doing those songs in O Brother Where Art Thou? I'm still planning to get that soundtrack one day. But other than that I have no interest in George Clooney.
ReplyDeleteyes, he needs another regular tv show doesn't he, Oliag?
ReplyDeleteand he apparently eats very well, Sagittarian, afterall he does live in Italy.
Susan, don't suck all the air out of the room, please.
Thanks, Berni.
XUP, I know, how insane is that, really?? Lordy, he was in Toronto - staying in Yorkville! - and his PA phones someone in Hamilton who goes to a bakery in Burlington to get the chef to shop all over the GTA and then deliver the food to the airport in Malton. Could he (or his PA) not have picked up something from the restaurant he ate at the night before?
ReplyDeleteStill, I want him to walk past me and glance sideways with that smile - oh yes, please.
I think it's all good lighthearted fun! I like stuff like that. My friend used to work for a private jet airport and it was actually she that had to take care of the special food, not the rich peoples' people. She had a lot of fun stories to tell.
ReplyDeleteThat is how it should be, Geewits, instead of every day, ordinary, people with their own jobs to do, running after the super rich and entitled. From the article in the paper, it is not clear if this chef got paid at all, or not enough for all the running around he did and all the very special ingredients he bought. He thinks it is okay because "you couldn't buy advertising like that". But, how did it get noticed? And do we get to buy the Clooney Salad at his bakery?
ReplyDeleteSo, I know you, so I'm some degrees of separation divided from George Clooney. Thatś not bad. It gives me some allure of fame. Thatś the closest I've ever come, except for walking past Harry Belafonte on the sidewalk in Los Gatos and he checked me out.
ReplyDeleteHarry Belafonte checked you out, Nora?! Did he smile?
ReplyDeleteYes, he did, Violet.
ReplyDeleteNora, :)
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