I am writing from an undisclosed location in the Mediterranean, attending Thanksgiving with a number of fabulous and not-so-fabulous people. For which I am truly grateful, particularly because I am far better dressed than almost any of them.
While the various dishes (turkey, braised eel, loin of wildebeest, roasted boar–the boar was flown in and sacrificed during the cocktail hour–most entertaining) are being prepared, your faithful correspondent thought she would share a few celebrity tidbits. After all, most celebrities are sitting in high-end restaurants, while their publicists send out releases claiming “they are enjoying Thanksgiving with family and friends.” As Lindsay Lohan call tell you, most celebrities have neither family nor friends.
Shakira Caine, Michael’s wife, snorts when she laughs.
If you stand on a chair and look straight down at Elton John’s head, his scalp is a most peculiar shade.
Real Housewives should not be invited to parties where hard liquor, or even food, is served. One well-known Housewife ate a hearty breakfast, then promptly threw it up in a lavishly tiled bathroom. Gold fixtures don’t make it any less disgusting, particularly when you are the next person to use the facilities.
Ben Affleck is a flasher. But oh, what a flash.
Colin Farrell uses Just For Men. (Yes, I admit, I look in the bedroom wastebaskets. It’s part of my job.)
Gwyneth Paltrow’s favorite pre-bedtime ritual is a large glass of straight Jack Daniels and a single mini-eclair.
That’s all for now. It’s 7 pm here and I hear a martini calling my name.
Have a very happy Thanksgiving, my darling readers and Twitter-followers, and remember I love you all. As long as I don’t have to touch you.
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog