The Thrill of the Chase...

So I know you all are dying to know if I met Jude yesterday. Unfortunately, the answer to that would be....NO. (Sniff, sniff) But if you know me at all, then you are probably aware that it wasn't for lack of trying.

You see, I had this great plan worked up in my head. And since there really aren't a lot of places for celebrities to frequent in this city, I figured my chances of finding him were pretty good.

In the morning I had figured out what I would wear...the best spots to wait for our celebrity sighting... what I would say when we met...what we would name our first child....etc. It was going to be perfect.

(Side Note: Kar-Kar, remember that time when I made you skip work to hang out with me so we could spend the day stalking...err, I mean, finding... the "Trading Spaces" crew {read: Carpenter Ty} in the 'Ville? Good times. Good times. This was very similar. :)

Anyway, about 4pm we headed over to the fancy hotel. We ordered some water and dessert and sat strategically in the center courtyard to ensure the perfect view of people's comings and goings from the hotel. We waited and waited, but nothing seemed to be happening.

The girls encouraged me to go ask the front desk if he was staying there and I reluctantly accepted. (Somehow, I'm always the one put up to such tasks.) I flipped my hair a bit and smiled a lot while asking for an address to a restaurant (you know, to warm the guy up to me) and then I popped the big question.

Scene 1:
Me: (Big smile, eye lashes batting) OK, I understand that you don't have that address. Thank you for your work in looking that up. Now, (leaning in) could you tell me if you have a guest here by the name of Jude Law?

Front Desk Man: Umm...who?

Me: Jude*Law.

Front Desk Man: (Moving over to the computer) What is the last name again? And how do you spell that?

Me: (Thinking how I can't believe he's actually going to tell me if he's here or not.) L*A*W

Front Desk Man: No. I'm sorry, Ma'am. We don't have anyone by that name here.

Me: Ok, thank you again.

End Scene

I walked away disappointed but not completely convinced that Front Desk Man was telling me the truth. Either way, we decided to move on to Plan B.

The 4 of us girls piled into the back of a taxi and headed off to a restaurant where many a journalist and socialite can be found. Maybe he was out having dinner?

Now, I won't bore you with the details of how we got lost, ended up on the other side of town, called for another taxi, and eventually found the location. But I will say, that my heart quickened a bit as we walked in to the restaurant. Expectancy was high, but my hopes were soon dashed as we realized that hardly anyone was there...and most importantly, JL was no where to be found.

It was a lovely restaurant setting though, so we all sat outside and had dinner by candle light while French music played softly in the background. (See! It would have been perfect for a date with Jude!)

By 10pm we were headed home, exhausted from the very long and crazy day of searching for a celebrity and I have resigned myself to the fact that I'm not cut out for this type of work.

Of course, now it's the morning after the excitement and disappointment, and I'm thinking that there's no sense in being a pessimist. After all, he may very well be on my flight out of the country tomorrow. Who knows? Hope springs eternal!

If that happens, trust me, you'll hear about it!