It was kismet.
My friend Jane and I had debated what night to eat at MCF, and we just so happened to choose the particular Friday that Martha Stewart had scheduled a dinner. As we were eating, chef Danny Bowein rushed by our table (part of the Commonwealth family), and I casually asked him, "How was Martha?" Being the Marthaphile that I am, I knew that he was recently on her show, and I just had to ask. He paused for a moment and disclosed, "She's coming in right now, about 10 minutes."
What the what?!?
Lady Martha arrived in her black stretch SUV with an entourage of about 15 gals and gays. They took a long table in the center of the tiny restaurant, and the champagne and chinese fusion cuisine began to flow. They dined for only about 35 minutes, and as fate would also have it, our table was perfectly situated next to the door, creating the perfect opportunity to introduce myself.
When she approached the door, I extended my hand, as if Adam to God in Michelangelo's Creation (too much?) and I said, "Martha."
I explained that since the age of 13, I'd been a fan, and I just needed one photo with her.
She agreed, but not surprisingly added, "Make it quick." When my friend Jane began to fumble the phone, my heart momentarily dropped and Martha began singing, "Hurry! Hurry!" but Jane recovered the phone just in time to snap this perfect shot.
Just how poised and perfect does she look? Lady M. knows how to work the camera. I, on the other hand, look like a goof. After our quick snap, she ran outside, took a few more photos and then was whisked away in her stretch.
It was beyond.
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