This is What I am Willing to Admit…
What is your idea of the perfect beverage? A Nuevo Laredo Cantina frozen margarita,
no salt, circa 2001 because this being
the ‘perfect’ beverage, I would also like a bit of my twenties back to contend
with the wicked hangover it produces.
Who is your favorite fictional character? Mame
Dennis.
What is your most marked characteristic? My dramatic enthusiasm which usually
presents itself either as clumsiness or long, detailed stories of that legendary
clumsiness.
What trait do you most adore in yourself? My sense of humor.
On what occasion do you lie?
When asked how long it will take me to get ready – once I was 5 hours late to a date with mr. V – it is nothing short of a miracle
that we are married because he is very prompt.
How would others describe your laugh? Raucous and insane sounding.
If you were locked in a rubber room with only one tv show on repeat, which one would you
most prefer?
Any from Masterpiece Theater, but
preferably Downton Abbey or Pride and Prejudice (the
Colin Firth version).
What movie do you truly love but are embarrassed to admit? Devil Wears Prada and Deuce Bigelow.
Which reality star do you secretly wish to be? Contenders include:
Ricky Gervais for his complete irreverence and b/c An Idiot Abroad lands
him squarely in the ‘reality’ genre; Mary McDonald for her design skills but
more for her friendship with Nathan Turner;
Zoila
Chavez, who wouldn’t want to get paid to watch telenovellas all day? Ellen
DeGeneres (a cameo on a Bravo show qualifies her) for wisely scooping up the
insanely funny Bethenney Frankel; or Jeremy Clarkson whose unending jibes at James
May never get old not to mention all the sexy cars he gets paid to drive.
What talent do you think you have, but others would disagree? At one time it would have been
‘whistling’, but I am now well aware that all those years spent practicing the
Andy Griffith theme were totally in vain. So now I would have to say my ‘acting’
skills. I have always known that I was
made for the stage. However, I am slowly
coming to realize that whenever I get in front of a camera my nuanced
characters are more like Catherine O‘Hara’s Sheila Albertson from Waiting For Guffman than Meryl Streep’s Miranda Priestly. In retrospect, I am thinking that all those
leading roles in grade school and high school productions had more to do with
my photographic memory and less to do with my natural ability to embody a character. But I am banking on my exuberant
theatricality to pay off big time when Andy Cohen comes knocking.
