So I'm on my date last night (and no, I'm not blogging about it -- if you want to know badly enough, email me and I'll fill you in) and we're in a Barnes and Noble store in the city. There's a copy of the movie 'Devil Wears Prada' at the register, and I mention to my date that the book was a past guilty pleasure (reading fluff instead of MFD work).
I got Glen Close and Streep mixed up at first, and my date mentioned it was Streep in the movie, and the cashier mentioned that when she was a kid, she'd been in a movie with Streep, and that Streep was very nice in person. The movie? Music of the heart. She was one of the violin-playing kids.
Only in NY, you know?!