|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|"And tributes to the late Jack Lemmon continue to pour in..."
I met Jack Lemmon once. (One of the perks of living in this swill hole called L.A. is getting to meet famous people once in a while).
I was a hostess for a few years at the Jack Lemmon/Walter Matthau Celebrity Golf Tournament. Most of the celebrities were of the old-school kind, and some were true classics - Bob Hope was there once (is he dead??)
Anyway, one year, my co-hostesses and I had no place to sit for breakfast before the tournament began. The only available spots were at Jack Lemmon's table.
Of course, I got volunteered to sit next to him. And, true to my normal luck, I picked up a fork full of scrambled eggs, and immediately dropped the fork - IN HIS LAP!!!
Mr. Lemmon turned, ever so slowly, and looked at me. Never said a word. Still looking, reached across the table, and picked up a clean fork. Handed it to me.
He was truly one of the greats!
As opposed to that complete A-hole Buddy Hackett. But, that's another story for another day.
SLAY ON BUFFY!!
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
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|Marriage is love.|