So guess who was in town a little while ago. None other than the hottest Hollywood twosome to grace the pages of People, actress Cameron Diaz and her pop-tart boyfriend Justin Timberlake.
I never caught a glimpse of them myself, but sightings were reported at The Circle snowboard shop, where supposedly the two cleaned out the joint in true multi-millionaire style. Someones friend also saw them shopping at Nesters and someone elses friend, or friend of a friend, gave JT some skiing lessons, and so on.
Of course this info came to me courtesy of my co-workers AFTER I hung up the phone with a woman named Carol from California.
Carol was calling me from the offices of The Star.
For those of you who dont know, The Star is a supermarket rag dedicated to informing the celeb-crazy about which toothpaste Britney uses. They regularly feature two-page centre spreads of first-hand accounts by ex-call girls who slept with actors.
To tell you the truth, its kind of a guilty pleasure to read. My 88-year-old grandma in Edmonton, God bless her crabby old lady heart, picks up a copy of both The Star and its twin publication, the National Enquirer on her weekly trip to the IGA in Capilano Mall. Back when I used to live closer, Im not ashamed to say Id check it out during visits. The "what are they wearing" sections where they praise evening gowns and tear apart the fashion choices of the more eclectic celebrities are good eye-candy. And I was particularly intrigued by a damning but nevertheless amusing feature about Mike Tyson that was accompanied by a hilarious, half-blurred picture of him smoking pot in his underwear.
But more important to The Star than deteriorating pugilists and snarky fashion captions are celebrity "it" couples. They love "Brad and Jen," they love "Catherine and Michael," they love "Bennifer," and right now they especially love "Cameron and JT." The minute details of their day to day life and relationship are front page "news."
It was Carols reasoning that as an entertainment reporter in this town I party down with visiting celebrities and am privy to all sorts of juicy tidbits. For those that dont know me, let me say the most famous person Ive ever partied with is probably our movie columnist Feet Banks, who aside from offering brilliant film analysis and making independent horror movies was recently voted Whistlers Best Waiter. Sorry to burst your bubble, Carol.
Even though I had absolutely nothing to offer her, Carol and I had a nice chat. She didnt know anything about Canada, so I related the area to some American places so she could understand. She left me her number and told me to let her know if I heard anything. "Itll be good for Whistler," she added, by way of encouragement.