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Caporegime
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Caveat : all of my threads are terrible and I'm almost certain that this one is no different. So, you know, be aware.
I would spend a day with Ellen. We'd chat about her show, about her partner (who is also in one of my favourite ever shows), about her now-defunct comedy series but also her daily show which is uplifting and warm.
I think we'd go to the zoo. I don't imagine that we would say much but it would be a comfortable and expected silence.
For lunch I'd prepare a selection of tapas which Ellen would devour. Perhaps there'd be a surprise guest as we have our glass of sangria. OMG! It's Portia de Rossi and I quiz her mercilessly about whether the film will or will not be made. She's gracious -and so, so hot - but doesn't answer, instead putting her arm around Ellen. Our conversation moves on.
I think we then go to the museum - on Ellen's insistence - and I try to pay for the non-Auckland residents before the cashier realises who she is facing. "Thank you so much!" Ellen gushes and means it. We spend 3 hours looking at things from times long gone before heading out on to the Domain and watching the cricketers finish up.
"I'm hungry again," Ellen says so we go to a Mexican place where the staff pretend not to recognise her but our order arrives very quickly and she murmurs a "thank you" so quietly, so discretely that I almost miss it. The waiter smiles, nods, moves away, maintaining eye contact for as long as he can.
"Let's go to the park," I say and she nods, smiling. We find the kids play park, even though it's dark and rain is threatening, and we tell each other stories - some true, some made up - as we rock back and forth, back and forth, on the swings which we remember from our childhood.
"Did you have a nice day?" I ask.
She smiles.
I would spend a day with Ellen. We'd chat about her show, about her partner (who is also in one of my favourite ever shows), about her now-defunct comedy series but also her daily show which is uplifting and warm.
I think we'd go to the zoo. I don't imagine that we would say much but it would be a comfortable and expected silence.
For lunch I'd prepare a selection of tapas which Ellen would devour. Perhaps there'd be a surprise guest as we have our glass of sangria. OMG! It's Portia de Rossi and I quiz her mercilessly about whether the film will or will not be made. She's gracious -and so, so hot - but doesn't answer, instead putting her arm around Ellen. Our conversation moves on.
I think we then go to the museum - on Ellen's insistence - and I try to pay for the non-Auckland residents before the cashier realises who she is facing. "Thank you so much!" Ellen gushes and means it. We spend 3 hours looking at things from times long gone before heading out on to the Domain and watching the cricketers finish up.
"I'm hungry again," Ellen says so we go to a Mexican place where the staff pretend not to recognise her but our order arrives very quickly and she murmurs a "thank you" so quietly, so discretely that I almost miss it. The waiter smiles, nods, moves away, maintaining eye contact for as long as he can.
"Let's go to the park," I say and she nods, smiling. We find the kids play park, even though it's dark and rain is threatening, and we tell each other stories - some true, some made up - as we rock back and forth, back and forth, on the swings which we remember from our childhood.
"Did you have a nice day?" I ask.
She smiles.
