October 22, 2006
Reminiscent of the West Coast
Tonight I had dinner with some college friends, including G, who's this super-talented actress I went to school with -- she currently lives in LA and she's going to be big one day. Big star on the rise, people!
Anyway, we were eating burgers and fries and drinking red wine and champagne at one of my favorite local restaurants, Le Gamin, and we were reminiscing about how, when I was in Hollywood for a week, she and I went to a friend's birthday party. It was a party for a screenwriter, lots of aspiring screenwriters, actors, and other industry folk. And I remember, most of all, more than anyone I met or anything about the bar, that no one drank anything... and no one ate any birthday cake.
I mean, how sad is that? Not eating birthday cake at a birthday party because you're frightened of gaining an ounce? And then G told me a story about a party she went to which had a full spread of amazing Chinese food from one of the best restaurants in town -- and no one ate a thing. Actually, an actress actually walked up to G and said to her (she was eating), "It must be nice, you know, to be able to eat in public."