Why were Oliver Platt and Rosie Odonnell having lunch together at Canter’s on Fairfax?
They were there so she could enjoy chicken noodle soup, her first real food since having the flu for the past 48 hours. Only, it wasn’t Rosie. It was me. And it wasn’t Mr. Platt, it was Joe. But there were people there at Canter’s that knew better then we did regarding who we were. There were knowing glances passed across the table and isle. There were whispers and smiles. They knew that because I had a baseball cap pulled down over my head and looked as if I had something to hide, namely that I felt like shit, we must be famous. And Joe’s hair is kinda long right now and I’ve heard him compared to O.P. before, who I think is cute, so I wasn’t surprised about that, but Rosie? Come on.
Anyway, we don’t have to look any farther than the rearview mirror to find the stars here in LA. We are the freakin stars. And I need to lose some more weight. Fast.