I Spent 6 Hours With Leo Di Caprio.
Celebrities usually don’t impress me.
I am far more impressed with people like Anuradha Koirala, an amazing lady who has saved more than 12,000 women from slavery and who was just honored as CNN’s Hero of the Year. Or junk bond king Michael Milken. He didn’t save anyone and yet he fascinates me just the same.
Anyway there I was, trying to minimize Q & A time with Maya on our flight back from NYC by jamming in my ear phones and settling in to watch Inception when I realized that the star of the movie himself was sitting behind me.
I have been a huge fan of Leo’s from back when he was on Growing Pains. I even dragged my sister to What’s Eating Gilbert Grape. Twice. If that’s not a dedicated fan I don’t know what is.
Minutes after landing in L.A. I hit to the gym to escape Ali, Maya, cleaning, piles of work, an inbox full of emails, and the feeling that another blood clot was going to form in my arm any second.
I was further ruining my arthritic knee on the dreadmill while watching a CNN special about Janet Jackson’s wardrobe malfunction when guess who climbs onto the dreadmill next to me? Yes, Janet Jackson.
No picture, for obvious reasons.
My star-filled morning is now over and I’m addressing the reality of being back in much-hated Los Angeles. This includes finding proof that my family completely disregards my hatred for zoos and is a bunch of liars…
And that I live with a bunch of slobs.
Home Sweet Home. Or something like that.