E and I have a ritual of meeting in Malibu several times a year for coffee. She was my roommate during college — brought together in the dorm lottery and we’ve been friends ever since. If it weren’t for her, I probably would have never even moved to California.
Anyway, just off the coast, there’s a little park-like type of courtyard in the middle of some shoppes. We like to sit out in the sunshine & chat.
Last Saturday morning, we were standing outside of her truck saying goodbye when we heard the scuffling of about 22 sneakers on the pavement. No voices, just the sound of many feet moving sporadically. We looked over to see nearly a dozen men moving around a focal point gradually coming our way. They each had cameras. Who was in the middle? Hard to tell. A seemingly short man and a sort of short looking woman. As I reported later to my mother, from where I stood, she looked dumpy.
When the swarm split up and began running off to claim their next vantage points, I betrayed all dignity and yelled towards one of the guys, “Who was that?”
Within 24 hours, she had given birth.
So I was just at an odd angle when she passed me because anyone can see that – even 9 months pregnant – Halle Berry is about the farthest thing from dumpy ever!
My overall impression of the event is what an annoying presence the paparazzi were. That was my first time seeing them in action. Faced with that on a regular basis, I’d be as nutty as can be.