ONE LAST THING
LAST SONG I SANG
I was singing “At Last” by Etta James this morning. My husband [Geoffrey Arend, 35] and I sing a lot at home. We just make up songs. It’s sort of like living in a musical.
I treated myself to an Alexander McQueen cape. I went into the shop intending to court a pair of pants, [but] I walked out with something way more extravagant. I wear it pretty much every day.
LAST FAN ENCOUNTER
I was at Disneyland last week. They take those photos of you screaming on a roller coaster, then post them at the end. Someone went up and took a picture of mine looking absolutely ridiculous with my hair in the air. I was like, “Oh, no! That’s so awkward!”
LAST GUILTY PLEASURE
I’ve never been into fried chicken before, but Geoffrey is now brining the chicken, smoking it, then frying it all at home. It’s like a whole different dish. I took two big ol’ wonderful pieces.
LAST INJURY SUSTAINED
I was walking down the stairs in footie pajamas and slipped. I bounced down and had bruises from my bum down to my ankle. It was really painful and really unattractive.