Last night I did my first super-duper A-list reporting gig! The event was an intimate gala celebrating Chopard's 150th anniversary. (Which is a jewelry company for anyone who may not know. I didn't!) You know from this post that I've talked to a celebrity or two in my day, but never have I ever laid eyes on Gwyneth, Kate, Claire or Christina—WHAT?!
Out of all the A-listers there, Christina Ricci was the only one who stopped to talk to reporters. She was ridiculously nice and her waistline is about the size of my pinky finger.
I tried to ask Kate a question, but got totally SHUT DOWN by a publicist. It sucked, and I was disappointed, especially because I had envisioned us talking and laughing like old girlfriends. Silly, I know. But damn, look how gorgeous she is! I was so focused on trying—trying being the operative word—to talk to Gwyneth Paltrow, that I didn't get a chance to snap her pic. Nor would I dare. She is the last person I'd want to piss off! Although, I will say that she was more social than anyone else and seemed very nice. And of course she was off the charts beautiful and skinny and just all-around perfect!
It certainly was an experience. At the time, I wasn't freaking out about seeing these A-listers, but it's just now hitting me. I had an OMFG moment just thinking about it this morning!
Tell me: If you were at a fancy party, what fancy people would you want to see there?