The Celebrity Life & Blog of DM
Monday, September 19, 2005
Eleven Point Two Million Dollars Later...
Margaret and I attended a good friend's surprise b-day party saturday night. When we arrived, I was still on the phone talking to Angie (who was still in LA) about her securing several quick, last-minute interviews for our show with Paris Hilton, Jeremy Piven and Lindsay Lohan (interesting mix, huh?. I hung up and wandered past the garage where I found an '04 Lamborghini Gallardo sitting restlessly all alone - I felt so Ferris Bueller. However, I refrained from stealing a bottle of Bollinger Brut and taking it for a test drive. But my envy went up to level Orange and was about to go even higher. ----------- Enter the caterering staff. ------- Now, usually you go to these parties to have fun but to also network and pitch some business ideas and see if you can get various people interested and possibly... some cash. I totally missed this one however. As I spent time talking to guests - my wife spent time talking to - the staff. When we met up to finally depart for the evening, we exchanged stories about who we talked to, met, etc. She then told me the young man (delivering bruschetta styled Hor'dourves around) had causally told her he was just the recipient of $11.2 million the day before - direct deposited into his personal checking account. "wait, then what the f*ck is doing serving bruschetta??!" I asked. She said they talked more and he was trying to figure out what to do with the money his uncle (a Westin Hotel heir) had left him. "and you didn't come to find me? to introduce us??!" I asked in desperation. "oh, no. I didn't even think about that. He was delightful though". she wanders off in thought and drives on. At this moment, I just stare out the window speechless, my production company in need of $60K, my film project in need of much more and my education foundation in need of $200K... I watch my hand just out the car window, I stare at the full moon, letting the wind effortlessly lift my palm as I feel my heart sink...
While some people worry about what do to with $11mil, I worry about how I'm going to gas up my Freelander...
Margaret and I attended a good friend's surprise b-day party saturday night. When we arrived, I was still on the phone talking to Angie (who was still in LA) about her securing several quick, last-minute interviews for our show with Paris Hilton, Jeremy Piven and Lindsay Lohan (interesting mix, huh?. I hung up and wandered past the garage where I found an '04 Lamborghini Gallardo sitting restlessly all alone - I felt so Ferris Bueller. However, I refrained from stealing a bottle of Bollinger Brut and taking it for a test drive. But my envy went up to level Orange and was about to go even higher. ----------- Enter the caterering staff. ------- Now, usually you go to these parties to have fun but to also network and pitch some business ideas and see if you can get various people interested and possibly... some cash. I totally missed this one however. As I spent time talking to guests - my wife spent time talking to - the staff. When we met up to finally depart for the evening, we exchanged stories about who we talked to, met, etc. She then told me the young man (delivering bruschetta styled Hor'dourves around) had causally told her he was just the recipient of $11.2 million the day before - direct deposited into his personal checking account. "wait, then what the f*ck is doing serving bruschetta??!" I asked. She said they talked more and he was trying to figure out what to do with the money his uncle (a Westin Hotel heir) had left him. "and you didn't come to find me? to introduce us??!" I asked in desperation. "oh, no. I didn't even think about that. He was delightful though". she wanders off in thought and drives on. At this moment, I just stare out the window speechless, my production company in need of $60K, my film project in need of much more and my education foundation in need of $200K... I watch my hand just out the car window, I stare at the full moon, letting the wind effortlessly lift my palm as I feel my heart sink...
While some people worry about what do to with $11mil, I worry about how I'm going to gas up my Freelander...
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