Last night Shlomo and I returned to the place of my former glory where I made my stage debut in The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee to see The Drowsy Chaperone. It was a terrific show. I had seen it on Broadway a few years ago with my mother and it lost none of its charm.
However, that is not the exciting thing to report. I was feeling a little low about my celebrity status. In fact, I was afraid I had dropped off the D-List in a manner that can only be described as an Erin Moran. (Seriously, I know Joanie loved Chachi, but whatever happened to her!?!?)
Then, it happened. Two of my fans recognized me. By fans, I mean two old guys who had to be in their 80s. I had been to the restroom (the fact that the show had no intermission scared me…it did not matter that I had been 10 minutes earlier in the restaurant). I was making my way back to my seat. Then, they stopped me.
“Excuse me, what words did you have to spell?”
Me, beaming with pride, “My first word was Mexicans. I got it right. My second word was the made-up “psermounkell” which is a short speech delivered by a pastor. Everyone knows that would never happen.”
They laughed. I returned to my seat and longed for my sunglasses which I had left in my car to shield me from their admiring gaze. It is not easy having adoring fans.
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Ha ha! That's funny! You should tether your shades around your neck so that doesn't happen again.
Erin Moran was on Celeb Fit Club. Her eyes are little bulgy and kind of scare me, but wasn't she such a cutie?
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