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I saw Bo Derek once

Posted by Bambi B on October 20, 2007 at 11:59:12:
Mr. G.,

I agree completely the corn row style just didn't suit a lot of the women who tried it. I was in a restaurant once and the women sitting close behind me had this style and I nearly asked for a different table as her slightest movement made the beads click together loudly- it sounded like skeletons humping.

Of course anyone living in Los Angeles for 25 years will come across celebrities and my sightings have been mainly in restaurants but also a few at shops: Walter Matthau at a Range Rover/Rolls dealership, Vanna White at Steinways, Kelsey Grammer at Tower Records, Jamie Lee Curtis in muddy riding clothes at a coffee spot, Vincent Schiavelli at a Beverly Hills outdoor newstand - couldn't mistake him for anyone else, and Danny Elfman at Jaguar. If you're not from Los Angeles, this won't be meaningful, but I also saw "Angelique"- a woman with gigantic knockers appearing on billboards for decades who never actually did anything- at a Beverly Hills pharmacy at midnight Christmas Eve, and wearing a tiny, tight leopard print dress.

In the mid 80's I was buying parts at a car dealership and I saw a small woman waiting for a car who seemed to keep looking at me. As this was near a community where I'd designed a number of houses, I kept thinking that she might live in a house I did know me. She was petit, wearing ragged jeans and quite freckly, with a kind of stark stare. She soon drove off and I asked the service manager, "That woman seemed to know me, but I didn't recognise her", and he replied "Oh, that was Bo Derek". I don't know- quite unimpressive. -They must've used two coats of stucco on her face for "10" to cover the freckles.

Another time I'll tell the story of Dick van Dyke in a white kaftan holding the door for me at a Malibu deli,..

Cheers,

Bambi B