I'm in Los Angeles with my family for the premiere (T minus five hours and counting), and so much ridiculous stuff has happened I barely know where to begin.

Should I write about sitting two tables away from Simon Cowell at lunch yesterday? ("He's who? On what show?" Nanna demanded. Then Simon pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit up, and Nanna's eyes narrowed. "I don't like the smoking.")

Should I discuss how that lunch was followed up with a Larry Flynt sighting? (We told Nanna he was a judge on American Idol, too, to avoid controversy).


I think I will tell you about the camera crew from Entertainment Tonight that followed me this morning as I shopped for my premiere-night outfit at Marina Rinaldi, and interviewed me about the book, the movie, and life in general. (It's supposed to air tomorrow night!)

I actually got to look into the camera and utter the phrase "See you on the red carpet, ET," thus ensuring that I can die happy.

Hands-down favorite moment: Nanna on camera. "How will you handle the red carpet?" asked the producer.

"Well, I don't know," said Nanna. "I've never done anything like this before."

"It can get very loud," the producer cautioned.

Nanna nodded, unfazed. "I"ll turn off my hearing aid," she said.

More soon...