For those of you who don't know, I got a job at a place we'll call The Restaurant, a hot new establishment in downtown Minneapolis. The Restaurant made the cover of a local magazine and got a great review in the big local paper. It's a great restaurant and I think everybody who works there is really proud of it.
Part of the territory with hot new places like The Restaurant includes local celebrities coming in to scope the place out.
Last night Ms. Celebrity, a local woman who's been in the spotlight for a few decades, came into The Restaurant with her significant other. She ordered a table for six, but only two sat for more than a half hour. They ordered food and started eating before the other four guests arrived, normally considered a major faux pas.
Ms. Celebrity, who is now in her fifties, looks like she may have had a thing or two "done." I felt a bit sorry for the poor woman because things did look a bit, uhm, stretched.
Ms. Celebrity finished her drinks faster than the server could get them to the table. In fact, when the drinks didn't come fast enough, she called the owner of The Restaurant over to see why the alcohol was taking so long.
Hmmm.
It's so interesting to see celebrities, even the smaller ones, out of the context that you think that you know them, and to really see that they're people like you and me, even though they may have an additional propensity for plastic surgery and a liver that's begging for a little something more.
