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STEVEN CORFE: I did! Patrick Schwarzenegger, with Maria Shriver in tow!
Omg, That IS fabulous! Where were you?
Barneys in Beverly Hills.
Of course you were. I’m thinking that’s probably a REALLY GOOD place to spot celebrities this time of year.
Well don’t you find that every time you go, you see someone?
It’s true. So tell me, tell me: What did he look like? Was he handsome?
SUUUUUUUUPER handsome. And I don’t normally go for the twinky types, so that’s saying a lot. Kind of a douchey vibe though.
Really? Oh dear. Any gay vibe at ALL?
Our eyes DID meet… but sparks did not fly.
So he was Christmas shopping…
He was in the men’s shoe department.
Shopping for himself?
No. He said in a really whiny, teenage voice “Mooooooom, we gotta shop for Katherine!” And as I said, Maria was in tow, and all bent over and looking harried…
As she does…
And she said “Men’s shoes for Katherine?”
Who do you suppose Katherine is?
I googled it immediately. It’s his sister.
Ah. Yes. More importantly, Maria looked like crap, you say?
Well…. Lovely hair, of course, but a bit stressed, I’d say. Typical “mom-at-Christmas” vibe.
Stars: They’re just like us! And what did you end up buying?
A little scarf for my mother. But don’t print that! She’ll see it!
Your mum is a big WOW Report reader?
Avid… (we all laugh)
Well thank you very much for your story, Steven. Very exciting stuff. Merry Christmas.
I bumped into Colton Haynes in the dairy section of Ralph’s yesterday and he was BEYOND beautiful, omg. His hair was freshly shaved, he had a slight tan, and he was wearing a gray muscle tee. He seemed completely befuddled by the selection of cottage cheeses and looked at me like “please help” – then noticed I was eye-humping him and quickly looked away. I didn’t want to freak him out so I scuttled over to the salad dressings. George Michael and Aretha Franklin’s “I Knew You Were Waiting” was playing overhead, so from now UNTIL THE END OF TIME that’s OUR SONG. We’ll think of each other every time we hear it and smile a sad smile of remembrance, and when we get drunk at dive bars we’ll put it on the jukebox over and over and and get all weepy until security tells we’ve had too much and it’s time to go, buddy. Sigh. What a remarkable specimen of manhood he is.
I had two LIFE ALTERING star sightings Saturday afternoon at the Arclight in Hollywood. First, I was walking down the stairs from the parking lot into the courtyard and I LITERALLY BUMPED INTO James Franco. JAMES. FRANCO. Which is QUITE a day brightener, I can tell you THAT! He smiled that crinkly little smile, I blushed and giggled, and my sister actually got whiplash as she did a double, then triple, take before screaming “HOLYSHITISTHAT…” and thereby severing my love connection with James FOREVER. He scowled and skittered away. But here’s what he looked like: PERFECT. Bigger than you’d expect. And MANLY. A little scraggly. Major beardage. He was wearing a heavy denim jacket with a fleece collar, which was odd because it’s SUMMER in LOS ANGELES, but whatever. It gets chilly in those movie theaters. He was also wearing a trucker hat which is kind of douchey but he’s James Franco and I’m sure if he didn’t he couldn’t leave the house because he’s so James Franco-y-looking that he’d be mobbed everywhere he went.
So my sister and I were breathlessly discussing James (as were the ticket girls and the ticket takers and the concession stand queens), when who should walk straight towards me but JOSH HUTCHERSON! You know: From the Hunger Games. And Bridge to Terabithia (don’t get me started). And here’s the amazing thing about THAT: He wasn’t Hobbit-sized AT ALL. We’ve been led to believe from paparazzi pics that he’s absolutely MINISCULE, with possibly an encephalitic head, but I can assure you he’s ABSOLUTELY NORMAL. Well. Don’t get me wrong: He’s not tall. And he’s not a strapping specimen of manhood by any stretch of the imagination. I mean: He’s no JAMES FRANCO, for God’s sake. But he’s not a wee thing, either. Just a normal-sized person. Maybe an inch or so shorter than I am, and I’m 5’8″ and 3/4ths. But he’s reeeeeeeally cute. Blond now, because he starts shooting Catching Fire sometime this month. And he, too, was wearing a trucker hat, but ho HO, that couldn’t fool ME! I followed him to the bathroom, but chickened out and got a drink of water instead of sidling up to him at the urinals. And that was my weekend. And it was probably THE BEST WEEKEND OF MY LIFE.