I saw a leprechaun in the elevator today. Okay, so he was a little tall, (Around six two) but he fit the bill. Kelly green sweater, with a crisp white shirt underneath, and black and green plaid paints and wavy white hair. He was such a gentleman holding the door, and pressing the button for me. I told him that he’d really done the day justice with his outfit. He said in an Irish accent, “It’s the one day of the year we can look a little silly and get a way with it.” I told him it wasn’t silly at all, that it was totally sexy. (It can’t be a bad thing to compliment a leprechaun.) When we left the lift, he had the sweetest smile and said, “Good day to you lass.” I loved that!
I’d been in Dallas to see the new Antonio Banderas flick, more about that another day. The two-hour drive home flew by as I listened to Sophie Kinsella’s Shopaholic and her Sister. Then to celebrate the Irish, I ordered sushi, hot and sour soup and egg drop soup. (Sorry, wasn’t in a meat and potatoes mood.) For the last hour and a half I’ve been firmly ensconced in my favorite corner of the sofa with Lisa Scottoline’s Dirty Blonde. Had a chance to meet her in L.A. and I really liked her. They gave me arc and I must admit, I’m usually not a big fan of the trial books. But she has sucked me in.
Must remember to tell you all about a great interview with the writer of the new film “Lucky Number Slevin,” but too tired to do it justice tonight. So kiss an Irishman if you can and always be kind to the leprechauns on elevators.