It happened again, hat weird voodoo thing where we mention someone random out of the blue and then that person instantly appears. In this case, it was Jess referencing Colonel Sanders in a post, and then suddenly on my mother's flight to LA that very evening, none other than the man, the myth, the chicken savant himself was sharing the same recycled stuffy plane air. This guy -- who, yes, I realize is not THE Colonel (who is dead; RIP, pal), but the dude currently playing the Colonel in any advertising and just generally being a walking ambassador for giant buckets of fried food -- was decked out in full Colonel Sanders regalia, right down to the glasses and suspenders with his white suit, little tie, and beard. He also carried a briefcase with a very ratty old KFC sticker on it, which I presume is The Package that contains the secret for KFC's Original Recipe. Unfortunately my mother was not seated next to him to try and charm it away from him. Next time.
It's too bad Julianne Moore was all the way in New York, though, or else she'd have made a very fetching companion for him indeed:
[Photo: WENN.com]
Between her and Jessica Stroup from Thursday, I have to wonder if perhaps the Colonel's new recipe for financial success is to become a fashion designer. I can only pray we'll get to go to a KFC fashion show in Bryant Park, because in addition to the potential gift of a black neck scarf of our very own, we might get COUPONS. And I would die happy if I caught Anna Wintour surreptitiously forking over a voucher for a $3 chicken bucket and then devouring it in the back of her limo.
It's too bad Julianne Moore was all the way in New York, though, or else she'd have made a very fetching companion for him indeed:
[Photo: WENN.com]
Between her and Jessica Stroup from Thursday, I have to wonder if perhaps the Colonel's new recipe for financial success is to become a fashion designer. I can only pray we'll get to go to a KFC fashion show in Bryant Park, because in addition to the potential gift of a black neck scarf of our very own, we might get COUPONS. And I would die happy if I caught Anna Wintour surreptitiously forking over a voucher for a $3 chicken bucket and then devouring it in the back of her limo.
