OK, so a little more on Maher...

As I mentioned, I ran out of the office on Friday to get to the airport. It's a good 40 minutes away -- the best choice for long non-stops.

I get to L.A. They pick you up and take you to a very nice hotel with a view of the Hollywood Hills on one side, and some fabulous shopping on the other (I say "fabulous" for a person with two kids to send to college). This proves, once again, Michel's law of business travel: the nicer the hotel, the shorter the stay. In this case, I'm going to be on the ground for all of nine hours, including time in the car. So, I do the only thing I can think of: call my husband and as many friends as I can to tell them how nice my room is, order a salad...and, quickly, try to use as many room features as possible (shower, free loofah, fancy lights, incredibly fluffy comforter, etc.). I throw on my sweats and finish reading the Cheney biography -- by one of the other panelists, Stephen Hayes.

Then, it's time to go. So, I change clothes again, go downstairs, check out (bye nice room!) and head to the studio.

There, you are escorted to your own dressing/green room, where the Executive Producer comes by to say hi. From that point, it all starts moving very fast. In for makeup (fabulous), say hi to the other guests (Tim Robbins -- hey, he doesn't look so tall...until he stands up -- damn he's tall), check out the big green room -- for guests of the show, I guess. I don't recognize anybody in there, so I get "miked" up, stand in the wing for the monologue.

Then, there's a microphone snafu. For some some reason, I find my anxiety being elevated, being a broadcaster myself. I'm thinking, "Ouch, at the top of the show, too?"

But Maher handles it -- talking to a NYT reporter in Baghdad, who I think does a fine job despite the obvious heat, satellite delay...and flies, which become part of the monologue.

We're on. (Me to self: New shoes, don't trip!), and the rest you can see for yourself. It goes by so fast. People say that all the time but it's true.

Before you know it, we're all kind of gathering in the hallway. I see actress Susan Sarandon (she's Tim Robbins' other half), but I am too shy to speak to her. But I DO chat with "Kid" (from Kid 'N Play -- remember Krush Groove?). He wrote the theme song for the show, which, I confess, I love. We have a funny exchange about what my theme song should be...He goes on this riff about, tough but fair, sensitive but strong, ebony but ivory for a few minutes.

I must say, there are a large number of very good looking people around here. I have no idea who any of them are, but I am impressed by their skin care. And then...it's time to go. I have no time to go to the after party across the street, so I am whisked away again to the airport.

I buy Junior Mints and water once I clear security...and wipe off my makeup. My princess moment is over already.

It was fun...

2:43 - August 28, 2007