I had the good fortune to attend Art Platform – Los Angeles last Friday night.
As I sipped vodka in the VIP lounge (I have well-connected friends), I caught eyes with Albert Brooks, who stood a few feet away. I broke into a spontaneous smile, which he returned.
My girlfriends and I buzzed about him while we sampled hors d'oeuvres off passing trays. Then we went to look at art.
The art, from all over the world, spread out over a giant warehouse space. I lagged behind my friends as we explored row after row of art.
Up ahead, a server held out a tray of macarons to passersby. My friends each took one as the server waltzed in my direction.
There was one macaron left. As I reached for it I got a glimpse of Albert Brooks and his lovely wife strolling just behind the server. Albert Brooks’ eyes scanned the tray where my hand grabbed the macaron. I was busted.
I held up the green macaron and blurted out, “I took the last one! Do you guys want it?”
“Oh, no, no,” they mumbled, shaking their heads. They smiled as they continued to walk, looking at art, perhaps searching for more macarons.
I should have asked if they wanted to adopt Louise. You never know.