It's around 21h00, 29 May 2004. In my pajamas in front of the TV when a call comes through. "Would you like to go to Colin Farrell's Birthday party? I was invited but can't make it."
You must be kidding me. "HELL YES. And thank you!" Got dressed at the speed of light and drove to town to get my "pass" from my kind friend.
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| The "invite"/pass to the party - Will treasure this forever |
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So off I go to the venue. Get body searched, promise I have no camera on me, won't take photo's with my cell and take the first glass of Moet as a waiter passes by. Settle into a quiet corner and start watching. Thank you yes, give me another Moet. My nerves are shot. I know absolutely no-one at the party. Then I see a familiar looking man with a beanie walk right past me.
COLIN FARREL. OMW. FAINT. No, I wish...He looks much better on TV than in real life. He is short, about my height which is 1.72m. Looked like he just woke up. Not bad looking, but not THAT sexy!
By now I am on my 4th glass of Moet, my bladder is full and I need to cross a room full of strangers to get to the bathroom. Oh no, queue. Get to first in the queue of about 6 when I feel a tap on my shoulder. "Would you mind terribly if Ms. Hayek steps to the front of the queue?" What? Who? Me: "Urm, no, it's fine". And from behind this women(probably the PA) steps out the most
exquisitely beautiful creature I have EVER seen.
SALMA HAYEK. FAINT. And she speaks. TO ME! I can still remember the words as if it was yesterday: "Hi, I'm Salma. Thank you so much for allowing me to go before you. You are such a sweetie." People, I am not lying when I say that she is drop-dead gorgeous. Not a single movie or photo of this woman can ever explain how beautiful she is in "real" life. Small, petite, stunning body and boobs to die for!
Left the party after about 3 hours, but will never forget the night I "met" Salma Hayek!
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