Cindy Adams, Matthew Modine and an Excess of Sweet Nothings
I know it is a little late in the day to be passing along tabloid gossip, but I had to stop and fill an antibiotics prescription before I could even contemplate—let alone write about—Matthew Modine's recent late-night phone call to Cindy Adams as relayed in today's Post: Matthew Modine is my friend. I love Matthew Modine. However, I'm not sure I understand what he was saying when he rang the other 11 p.m., talked, then, after I went to sleep, called again to say more of what I don't understand. Good fucking Lord, Cindy! I love this little narrative experiment you have going here—I mean, your Elizabeth Taylor beauty-queen poll results may be authentic, but I will somersault through the subway if Modine actually uttered the phrase, "A Jesus looking for the holy cup of St. John." But who is to say Adams does not have a tape recorder plugged into her bedside phone, especially for times when her "friend" Matt calls after hours? Memo to self: Must confirm with Modine at Apple Store in two weeks—and refill prescription. Posted by stvanairsdale on Sep 8, 2005 at 06:26PM |
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