
Which reminds me of my Julia story, it would have been around 1993 or '94 and Julia came to town for a book signing and AIWF dinner in her honor at the Crescent Club (Richard Chamberlain had just returned there from the Little Nell in Aspen). It was a seated dinner, so other than your table-mates, the opportunity to meet and greet was limited. At one point I went to the restroom, as I was washing my hands who should come out of one of the stalls but Herself. I felt like Julia Lewis-Dreyfus in a Seinfeld episode - I mean what do you say, "Here's a towel, I watched you in black and white when I was younger?" So instead I cooly nodded (like she should know who I was) and returned to my table - they were about to serve the Foie Gras course. I kid you not.
After dinner a group of us took Julia to Primo's, to experience the "real Dallas" and to sip and talk about food on the patio. Julia had a beer. I kid you not.
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