About a year and a bit ago, I had press seats to go see a Broadway play called Mauritius. I took my friend Anne. After it ended, I was standing in the street making a phone call when Jeff Goldblum exited the theater. He stopped, looked me up and down, then looked me in the eye to make sure I had seen him, and kept walking. Anne asked me, “Did Jeff Goldblum just give you the once over?” I shrugged, and we started walking in the same direction, toward the subway and Times Square. Part way down the block, he stopped where he was, and when we caught up to him, he said, “Well, hello there.” He introduced himself, asked us who we were and what we thought of the play. All three of us hated Mauritius, and we had a lot to say about it. He had the most to say. He had so much to say, I thought he was on drugs. I looked to Anne, but she shook her head. Sober.
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I thought this was an interesting account of one persons' meeting with Jeff Goldblum. But how she resisted such temptation is beyond me!