I felt the Cool in my url last week thanks to two outings. The darling Soyan On, stylist for Idol, got me tickets to see an Idol dress rehearsal. That is at 2pm the day of the taping of the show. Waiting in the hot sun with masses of people wearing black (I was also wearing black, not very original) wasn’t much fun, but when we were let in we saw the mentor for the week Harry Connick Jr onstage. I have always thought him attractive, but ALMOST LOST MY PANTIES seeing him in person. Cha-ris-ma!
Ryan Seacrest doesn’t dress up, but the Idols do and they largely run the show true to time. They redo some things. There is a hilarious array of fake judges. Fake Randy calls everyone dog, Fake Ellen likes everything, Fake Kara gushes. All true to life. Fake Simon barely gets to speak, so not so true to life.
For Idol watchers it was interesting, because Casey did sound MUCH better in rehearsals, than he did in the show later, which Harry Connick Jr told Ryan later in the live show. I screamed from my granny gown in my room, “That’s right, he did.”
Actually they all sounded better in person. TV kills the sound.
Later that day, Mark and I were picked up in a brand new Lexus and taken to a gallery not far from us for a dinner sponsored by Fiji water. A rep from their company had asked me if MP would attend when we were at the Palm Desert food festival. Being half in the bag as I was (see earlier post on that) I said, “SURE”. As it got closer, we were both like, “What’s this dinner?” I wasn’t sure what to expect, so when we arrived and I saw candles and champagne I was so glad Mark had worn his suit and I had worn my textured hosiery. It was on one of MP’s few nights off so that was cool. They called it Tastemakers of LA. Other chef’s were there, Susan Fenniger, Mary Sue Miliken, lovely gals, both. The last winner of Top Chef and Ilan Hall, who won TP before. I made Mark twitter about him and generally promoted him around the room, so I will try not to be bruised that he didn’t return my email after he said he would be thrilled if my dinner club came to his new restaurant, The Gorbals, next month. Sigh, whatev.
There were some designer reps there, but I didn’t know that until later. Something I love more than fashion was about to eclipse all other wattage in the room. In walked Mayor Villaraigosa. I, being the daughter of a former local politician, waved him over to us ASAP. We talked for while about wine, food, city deficits, the usual. Very cool. Then figuring we had monopolized His Honor enough we drifted toward the tables for dinner. There were only three tables in the room full of chunky, rough hewn wood, concrete floors and rusted chandeliers. I saw that the Mayor was at the head of one of the tables and who was seated next to him? My husband. Well, hello, “A” table! I was on the right side of MP and across from me was Eric Garcetti, President of the City Council and his darling mother Sukey (for those out of LA, you might remember his father Gil Garcetti was the D.A. during the O.J. trial). After 35 years working in restaurants MP seems to know everyone. He embraced Mrs. Garcetti. I’m thinking, I didn’t know you knew them. Ends up her daughter had worked in one of his kitchens many years ago.
A rep from Fiji water was on my right and I asked her, “What’s this dinner for?” She said, “We want you to have a good association with Fiji water.” Well,it was a great evening of intelligent conversation and I regaled them with my tales of growing up with local politics, they could relate to the battles and such. And Council-member Garcetti and I compared primary stories, he slogging through the snow in Iowa for Obama, me eating Chimichanga’s while working for Clinton.
My mom-self came out when I found out Garcetti was a Rhodes scholar, Naval reserve and he and his wife have fostered children. I turned to his mom, “How did you raise this kid? I have to duplicate it.”
“Hold them them close and then set them free,” she said cheerfully. Nice, but there has to be more to it then that.
We stayed late enjoying the hobnobbing with bold face names who were all fun and down to earth. It was a good association.