I realize how lucky I am being 40licious. By this point, I can have pretty much anything I want. Real estate. Creme de la Mer face cream. Manolos. (Of course, probably not all at the same time.) And although I consider myself a personally charitable person, I've been thinking that I really need to step up my community work.
A few weeks ago I met a lovely person at a game show audition who invited me to help out at Taste of the Nation's LA event, with proceeds going to ensure no kid goes hungry. I'm usually not a joiner, and I certainly eschew crowded events, but those didn't seem like good enough reasons to turn down the opportunity. Plus, I'm superstitious enough to think that if I don't give back my life will crumble like three-day-old cornbread.
I was assigned to work the VIP area. Which basically involved tasting champagne and caviar, and passing around food from the Beverly Wilshire's BLVD restaurant. We schmoozed with the chefs, had a happy reunion with my friend Sophie Gayot and son Alexandre, and gave people more and more food.
And just for an instant, I became wistful for my waitressing days.
But only for an instant.
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And I am sometimes wistful of my shoe selling days.
Not really.
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