enter As the saying goes, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas (there is even a sign that greets you with such when you land at the airport). But I am going to let you in on the secret of one crazy night I spent in Vegas for New Years Eve, and which rivals the Hollywood blockbuster, The Hangover.Continue Reading
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enter “Next thing you will be shitting diamonds” was the response left on my Instagram post after my brief encounter with Brad Pitt. Brief encounter may be a stretch – more like a crazed passenger watching his every move. But none the less, I was only a few feet away from the twice crowned Sexiest Man Alive.
http://sarovy.eu/BuyShippingBoxes/ It was like any regular internal flight in Europe from the place I like to call my second home, Nice, to London Heathrow. My husband and I were heading back to London to attend Royal Ascot with our friends and to cheer on the mighty Australian champion, Black Caviar, who was making what would be her first and last international appearance.
Provigil Online Canada On this occasion we were only travelling cattle class for the short haul flight. However, given that my husband was a platinum frequent flyer, we were able to book the front row in economy and board the plane at our leisure. Despite only being in London for 2 nights, I had a hoard of carry-on luggage filled with racing attire fit for the Royal Enclosure at Ascot, so we made sure we boarded the plane early to secure the prized overhead locker storage space (and not look like that fool that boards late and cannot find any room). FYI – I loathe those people.
Taking our seats and making ourselves comfortable on the Boeing 737, I wasn’t paying much attention to the other passengers boarding the plane. Until suddenly my husband jabs me in the ribs – ‘that’s Brad Pitt’ he says rather casually. ‘Huh’ I respond, ‘that’s Brad Pitt’ he repeats’. OMG! I could not believe it. The ultimate celebrity sighting, and I have 2 hours ahead to watch his every move.
Nice is bordered by Monaco, one of the wealthiest countries in the world, so its fair to assume that those in business class are all incredibly wealthy in their own right, and most likely have equally famous actors as their neighbors. ‘Bonjure’ I hear him say casually to the lady in front of him as she takes her seat. This woman had at least 5 pieces of carry-on luggage, each of them more expensive than the other – Louis Vuitton, Prada, Hermes, Chanel – the bags alone cost more than an average annual salary.
I didn’t believe celebrities of Brad’s stature flew commercial flights, but he was every bit the professional making sure that he was not recognized. Sunglasses on and head turned toward the window, no one paid the least bit of attention to the unassuming sleeping man whilst they boarded.
For the entirety of the flight, my entertainment was watching this beautiful human being and trying to absorb every detail possible. He ordered the chicken for lunch, whilst we were passed a soft drink and packet of peanuts. Dressed casually in an off white blazer and chinos, his face full of stubble and his long hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. I can see that he is starting to grey, but ladies I can tell you, he is still someone who has been incredibly blessed in the genes department!
At the time of the sighting, Brad was filming the movie ‘The Counselor’ in London. In France Brad and Angelina call Chateau Miraval their home – a sprawling estate nestled in an ancient village in the south, and where they were later married in August 2014. Of course they have their own winery (who doesn’t these days?) and I can personally vouch for the quality of the rose which is the signature produce of Cotes de Provence – http://miraval-provence.com/en/
As we touchdown and the pilot welcomes us to Heathrow over the PA, Brad jumps to his feet, grabs his bag from the overhead locker and darts to the front of the plane whilst we are still taxing along the runway. It was only then that the swift moving human captured the attention of the other passengers on the flight and curiosity starts them questioning what makes this person so special to jump out of their seat like that.
In a moment he was gone. I hoped that we might casually bump into him again in customs, chat casually and bond over our affection for Cote D’Azure. However there must be a secret passage for celebrities at Heathrow. The lines in customs are mammoth in nature, and whilst celebrities might fly commercial, they most certainly don’t wait in these lines with the commoners.
I was left wondering what I would have said to Brad if I were given the opportunity. And I came to the conclusion that it would have been “where is Angie”, as I think my girl crush outweighs any crush on Brad! Until next time Brad.