So last night I served Katie Holmes and Co. at the restaurant. They arrived unannounced and as they came in our manager was heard to say ‘Gee, she’s a dead ringer for Katie Holmes’, as she directed them to a table! (The poor honey is never gonna live that one down!)
I was asked to serve them because the younger waitresses were losing the plot, too terrified to go near them. After the initial shock of unexpected celebrities in my section, I went into my normal zen mode and things flowed easily.
and then the camera came out…..
Sitting diagonally across from them was a group of tourists with a camera, complete with big – ass lens. They were snapping away happily, wildly ignorant of the fact that Katie’s bodyguard was getting edgy, very edgy.
Being a ‘mature lass’ I noticed this lot happening, and while they were snapping away, he was watching them and I was watching him.
Said bodyguard started walking up and down the stairs checking them out and getting that look of thunder on his face. He eventually approached me with his concerns. I asked him if he wanted to speak to him and his reply was: ‘If I go there things are going to get ugly!’
Really dude, Really?
Enter yours truly. I was born with a face that can strip paint when pissed off, or so I’m told, so when I sweetly approached the other table and asked to see the pics and said that I was going to delete any that included table 27, they quickly agreed without complaint or asking for an explanation!
The chap had said that he was actually only trying to get the kitchen and didn’t realise that there were celebs at the table and judging from the pics he was quite possible telling the truth – who knows?
The end result was that Katie decided to call it quits and left soon afterwards.
I watched them with infinite sadness. There she was with, I must say an extremely well-behaved Suri, had probably been on location all day and desperately needing a little down time, and she was being chased out by cameras.
As a single mother I still dream of winning the lotto. I still crave luxury and ease, especially after a double shift when I’m too pooped to pop, but last night I had a huge ‘Aha Moment.’
I literally went home and thanked the Universe for my modest and simple life.
I was, for the first time in far too long, eternally grateful for the freedom and peace that my life brings. I rejoiced in the fact that at any time I fancied, I could grab my kids, walk on the beach, eat out, in fact do anything I chose, and no one would hound or harass me or mine.
You hear about the lack of privacy for the stars, but last night I saw it in action. It was only a small degree of what they are forced to tolerate, but it was enough. There lives might look all glitzy and glamorous but my goodness, the price they pay is truly unquantifiable.
My simple life is often hard, but it carries so many notes of peace and joy and freedom. After a small taste of someone else’s life, I know I’d rather have mine.
I was hugely suprised to realise that.
I’m practising gratitude again now, and for the first time in forever, it feels great!
(P.S. Katie and Suri were a joy to serve, sweet girls, bless them!)