Yesterday was a weird day. Mostly bad but ending up okay. Not only did I almost murder the dog I love like my own son but on the way back from the Animal Medical Center I was interviewed by the New York Times.
Liz and I were walking home with Rupert in his carriage, still a little loopy but thankfully on the mend. After the morning I’d spent I was really feeling happy.
A movie star handsome young man, 29 ( I know because I asked him his age after he asked mine and Liz made him show his press card) stopped us to ask about the traffic surrounding the closing of the bridge for the making of Batman.
Unfortunately he only took 2 quotes. He seemed totally disinterested in the break up of my marriage and my opinions of the Penn State situation. Go figure.
He did ask for my phone number in case he had any “follow up questions” wink wink.
I guess I still got it.
Liz said in an email to my family
“She should thank her publicist, who is with her at ALL times and had to make all sorts of deals and promises to keep her dirt out of the paper.”