Ok - I will play:

1. I was in a terrible move with Sylvester Stallone and Dolly Parton called Rhinestone. I hope no-one saw it.

Yep this one is the lie. (I always lead with the lie - when I'm showing different design directions the first one I show is the throwaway, the second is the fav, and the third is ok. That way after the client sees the first one, the second one blows them away.)

So parts of this movie were filmed in NYC, and a friend's boyfriend was a PA. They were set to film a scene in Times Square - Stallone drives his cab and sees Dolly? or something like that. My friend and I waited around in the cold to be extras, but it got really late and I got parched and we ended up in an Irish pub instead of the movie.

2. I kissed Ray Davies on 73rd and Broadway in front of a deli  after a conversation about my leather jacket.

Truth. I have written and told some folks about this. It was friday night around midnight and I was doing a munchie run wearing my button-covered leather biker jacket from Canal Jean.  Ray stopped me and poked my "Fuck art lets dance" pin and told me to give it to him. It took me a while to recognize him (and understand him) but I said no freaking way. Then he tried to take the jacket off me. I said stop you idiot. He told me I was adorable and thats when I kissed him and ran away. He called after me something like "stay baby stay." He had bad breath.

3. I waited on Sid Caesar, Eddy Murphy and Joe Piscopo at a coffee shop in Rockefeller Center. Sid called me dear. They left 15%.

 Also true. During wintersession of RISD my "independent study" was waitressing so I could pay room and board. It was a good job during the Christmas rush, and the folks from SNL (which is filmed upstairs) came in all the time. They were nice and funny and knew my name, but they also wanted lots of extra attention. Sid was especially kind since I told him my dad loved the Show of Shows. But they were always crappy tippers.

Thanks for playing. Now ask me about following David Byrne into a dressing room in SoHo. Or unsuccessfully seducing the Edge.