This afternoon, while the UrbanToddler was napping in her car seat, we drove to Mayfield, where we could sit right in front of the car on their patio and share a panini and cappuccinos.
While we were enjoying the delicious afternoon snack, a lady walked by us, facing Mr. Urban. After she got far enough, Mr. Urban mouthed CON- DO - LEEZZA....
As you know Ms. Rice has been back at Stanford, which is across the street from the Town and Country Village, which houses Mayfield.
I wasn't too impressed with Mr. Urban to tell you the truth, for alerting me too late. He seems to always want to come in the way of fame and me... and only because he has the notion that I get too excited when I meet a famous person.
And what is wrong with a genuine emotion like excitement (well aside from a time when I cut-off Goldie Hawn mid-sentence, when she was talking to us as a guest of Mr. Urban's friend at an event we were all attending, to ask her if I could take her picture... I loved her until that point in time and I was excited to see her... but in my reply, she gave us a big smile, mid-sentence mind you, and yelled out a shrill "GURU", to a Monk walking into the event.) And to this day, Mr. Urban has secretly lost faith in my ability to schmooze with celebrity...
But before we knew it, Ms. Rice, with her toned slim figure,in capri pants and a white shirt, her hair neatly pulled back showing off beautiful pearl earrings, started walking towards me. I told Mr. Urban in Farsi and playfully "SHE is coming baaaack", giving him a big smile and a wink! To which Mr. Urban replied, "that isn't even her". But just then she removed her sun glasses, and I noticed 20 or so freckles on her cheeks.. it was her all right!
"Ooh, what should I say to her?" I asked him.
"NOTHING. PLEASE LEAVE HER ALONE", said Mr. Urban, with pleading eyes. I looked around for some secret service men, but I didn't see any.
By then she had entered Mayfield and was talking to a woman that looked a lot like her, her sister I told Mr. Urban.
"I will go up to her and say, excuse me, where do I know you from" thinking hard about something wonderful to say to Ms. Rice...
"Why don't we just pretend that you said that to her and call it a day" said Mr. Urban.
And just then, the UrbanToddler awoke and we both ran to get her from the car, before I got a chance to strike up an easy going Saturday afternoon conversation with Condi Rice (to Mr. Urban's great relief).
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