So we're sitting at our table admiring the surf and I was just saying that I used to see more stars in NY than Hollywood. We're just about to order our dinner and Raphael asks me if the woman at the table behind us and a column over to the left (closer to the window) is the actress Diane Keaton. I look and at first I'm not sure if it's a woman dressed like Diane Keaton or if in fact it's her. Then, she moved her face in an unmistakable Diane Keaton way and of course I'm hopping around now in my seat like an eager kid at a candy shop. My friend, a lot more covertly, looks behind her and agrees it is Diane Keaton.
She was dressed so typically her, just like she is in every film that she's been in since Annie Hall (well, minus the period pieces of course). She had on a retro hat and round glasses and this poofy skirt over pants. I tried to take a photo with my camera phone, but a sun beam was right above her, making the shot impossible. I had a real camera in my purse, but of course I couldn't bring myself to be that obtrusive about it despite my eagerness. I did get this terrible shot of her walking away in the parking lot though, definitely not as good as my Richard Simmons shot. It seems she didn't vallet, but was walking either home or to her car parked somewhere else and that's when I snapped this pathetic photo:
Annie Hall: It's so clean out here.
Alvy Singer: That's because they don't throw their garbage away, they turn it into television shows.
PS: I might be seen in tonight's episode of Modern Marvels on The History Channel. They are doing an episode on the history of ice cream and I was there during the filming of the Pinkberry sequence. I signed a consent form, but not sure if I made the final cut or not. I'm DVRing it.