Because the wellsprings of creativity have dried up for me 'lo this past week--indeed I have lost the wherewithal to write at all--I'm going to leave it up to you, my esteemed LJ friends, to provide this entry's content. No need to thank me, I am known to demonstrate random acts of unselfishness now and again
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I have many favorite Vegas memories, but one of them is the day I met Cher when I was about 7. My father worked at Caesar's Palace as a sous chef (wikipedia is your friend) and many celebrities were invited to tour his kitchens.
I happened to be visiting him at the time when Cher nonchalantly strolls in wearing a fabulous white butterfly costume. (She had just finished her show and was hungry.) It was her birthday and she wanted cheesecake, I remember.
As the workers scrambled to create a birthday masterpiece, she walked up, bent down and wrapped her arms around me. "Who's this sweetie pie?" she asked of my father. "That's my little girl Sandra," he replied. "Well, Sandra, lemme tell ya. If anyone tells you they're glad they're old, they are a crock. IT SUCKS."
Then she signed a beautiful picture of herself for me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I've been star-struck to this day, even though I've met many more celebrities since then. Cher's special to me.
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