My sister and brother-in-law just got back from London, where they had a fabulous (but wallet-draining) time. They went out one night and rubbed elbows with celebrities. My sister used to hang with some actors during her L.A. days — but I didn’t realize they were A-listers.
Brother-in-law and Samuel L. Jackson engaged in an intense conversation, possibly discussing the meaning of Ezekiel 25:17.
My (married) sister seems a little too familiar with Sean …
… even taking a sip of Connery’s cocktail.
My brother-in-law gets his flirt on with his beloved Susan Sarandon …
… but scores with fellow CHS grad Julia Roberts.
My sister helps Tom Jones get ready for the floor show.
The brother-in-law has Spielberg’s attention. Expect a sweeping epic about high-school football referees next Christmas.
I have no idea what’s going on here. Appears my sister is breathing life into the we-thought-he-was-dead Bob Marley.
If you’re headed to London, go here to party with the glitteratti.
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