I threw my name -- and yet another donation -- in the "Obama, Clooney and You" dinner sweepstakes online hat today with just hours to go before the midnight entry deadline.
I also ordered a TEAM 2012 t-shirt.
Would it be a fashion "don't" to wear the t-shirt to the dinner?
Apparently, George resides in a gated craftsman-style estate at the top of a secluded canyon east of Beverly Hills.
Yikes-a-roni! What in the world would I wear?
"George, dahling, please be a dear and pass the pickles."
I could, of course, let George know that I remember his dad, Nick Clooney, from his Cincinnati television days.
But I'd be totally awestruck and tongue-tied while dining with President Barack Obama. Either that or I'd start babbling out of nervousness.
"Barack, dahling, you have a smidge of salad dressing on your upper lip."
Or worse yet, I'd probably slurp my soup.
|Me and my buddy, Bono|
But to dine with President Barack Obama and George Clooney at George's house?
Oh, be still my heart!
Sure, I could plunk down the $38,500 it's gonna cost non-winners to attend this once-in-a-lifetime gala event. Any schmo can do THAT. Much more exciting to win the sweepstakes.
Hey, a simple, soup-slurping Iowa girl can dream, can't she?