I am one of those people who, if a celebrity were sitting next to me in a cafe, I would not recognize him or her–unlike my husband, who can spot a local tv weather person from across Fifth Avenue.
Don’t get me wrong, I would love to be able to have a casual conversation with Sarah Jessica Parker in a downtown NYC diner.
On the other hand, on the rare occasion that I do spot someone, something happens to my brain, and I become a different person. (why is that?) Once I saw Matthew Broderick in a restaurant and I nearly trampled …read more