Flashback Fridays: And he wasn't wearing a mask!

—After Party Opening of The Man in the Iron Mask, NY's Public Library, New York, 1998
I'm wearing $50 in clothes (including shoes and underwear.) Bart is divine in his new Armany suit (it was the 90s). We get to the party and it's full of celebrities even I recognize (I'm terrible at it, they just look too normal): Gerard Depardieu, Jeremy Irons, John Malkovich, Leonardo DiCaprio, etc. We don't ooohhh or ahhhh, for fear of being perceived as outsiders (like my clothes didn't scream "poor underpaid journalist who got free tickets instead of decent salary"). After five minutes we attack the buffet (let's blame it on Bart), fill two giant plates and head towards the table. A fat man stares at me from one of the tables.
Bart: Shall we sit there?
Lily: Are. You. Crazy? That fat man is so weird.** He keeps staring at me. He's giving me the creeps!
Bart: Ehhh... That's Francis Ford Coppola.
Lily: Rush, rush before those two idiots take OUR places!

** At that time I wore my hair exactly like Sofía, which made us look sort of similar and explains Mr. Ford Coppola's stare.