Thursday, September 16, 2004
Update: Somehow I got busy yesterday and failed to find any other linkage. However I did run into an old friend in Soho, and she told me of her recent encounter with Larry David. The story doesn't quite bear repeating, unless you are a big Curb Your Enthusiasm fan. If you've never seen it, the vague premise is that Larry's bounteous levels of indignation and affront always get in the way of polite sociability.
Anyway, my friend Annie had just returned from L.A. While she was out there she played a round of golf with her father. They immediately spotted Larry David teeing off just ahead of them. As they played each hole, Annie vacillated, unsure whether to approach him and do the whole "I'm such a huge fan" spiel. Eventually her nervous indecision started to interfere with her game. Her father, not having seen Curb, ill-advisedly recommended that she go and introduce herself, then get on with play. Bravely she approached Larry on the next tee, and literally said "I'm a huge fan of the show", and Larry, king of charm as ever, said "That's great", and turned away to concentrate on his swing. Life/Art who knows what's imitating what when it comes to the enigmatic Mr David?
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