Usually I like to hug and kiss on both cheeks (I’m like a mobster and hug everyone I meet, even businessmen). But Anna is already sitting in her seat, so I don’t want to climb over Vera to hug and kiss her, risking the possibility of my tripping and squashing the tiny fashionista to death and ending her reign at Vogue. No, I definitely don’t want that to happen. 

So I have to settle for extending a very well-manicured hand to take hers. It just doesn’t seem proper, though. So while she’s holding my hand, I curtsy as if she’s the Queen Mother and say, “It truly is an honor.” Then I beat a hasty retreat lest I start to stutter like a fool. 

As we continue down the aisle, Tara leans in to me and asks,“Who was that?” 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” 

After deciding to never ever speak to Tara again because she doesn’t know who Anna Wintour is, I take another look at our tickets. 
--Welcome to My World
(on meeting Vogue editor Anna Wintour at the premier of Sex and the City 2)

Blogger's note: "Vera" is designer (and former figure skater) Vera Wang who introduced Johnny to Wintour that evening. "Tara" is Johnny's agentress/managertress, Tara Modlin.)