November 16, 2000
While in quick transit from the VIP backstage area to the main room of the Muhammad Ali fundraiser (slash) awesome party, I saw Robert Wagner. He was the only person in the hall that wasn’t headed towards the festivities. Rather, he was standing alone, tall and fancy in his tux with no real expression on his face (as if he was waiting for his date to return from the baño). Hummm…. Robert Wagner…? Let’s see. I can’t name any of his movies pre-Austin Powers (in which he did a fabulous job as implied potty humor). And I really only remember watching him on TV (while eating dinner in my yellow bean bag) in Hart to Hart. (1970s baby!!!!!!!) But he’s a celebrity so he counts. I stopped by for a quicky. “Um, hello. Can you take my picture?” (In a nutshell.) Click. And we’re out. Thank you, NEXT! Just 100 seconds. A brief interaction that neither of us would remember if it wasn’t for this imperishable testimony.
photo credit: Robert Wagner © 2010 Rebecca Costell
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