Wednesday 2 February 2005

To Mariah through the mud

Thomas Gottschalk answers burning questions life is asking. Today: What happens when you meet celebs in private?

Naive viewers often expect me to convince Hollywood's diamonds to appear on my "Wetten Dass...?!" sofa because I know them personally. Lunch with George Clooney, dinner with Angelina Jolie. Would be nice, but mostly it's the promotion parts of the film industry that bring the celebrities to me.

We already had some bitches too that I don't need to see again in the future, but I won't tell any names because the secret of confession also goes for TV hosts. Exception is if the sinner regrets and is sorry obviously. Mariah Carey really wasn't the number one on my list of "favorite guests" but either her conscience was carrying a heavy burden or her record sales sunk so deep that indeed she recently invited me for dinner in Beverly Hills out of the blue.

To care about possible guests is part of my job and so I politely agreed ignoring the masses of mud on Pacific Coast Highway. However, I nastily demanded full service when her management tried to put me off suggesting a "drink together". My wife worried more about me drowning in the sea than in Carey's arms when I left the house in time, carrying my umbrella through the pouring rain.

After three days of rain, Malibu really turns into an adventure zone - and this was the fifth day already. Car drivers don't move faster than pedestrians, sometimes they stop until they remember how to turn on the windshield wiper they haven't used in two years.

However, I was definetely half an hour late already which means I was the first man in the life of Mariah Carey that she had to wait for. For a short time I thought that maybe this whole thing was a joke and in front of the exclusive Chinese restaurant "Mr. Chow" Stefan Raab's (a German comedian - H&K) would be waiting for me. But the door-guy of the posh location did not at all hesitate when I arrived, handed my wet umbrella to him and mumbled something like "appointment" and "Miss Carey". And there she really sat and she was - lovely. Kiss kiss and no word about my delay.

It was the first time we faced each other with no make up on and it didn't do her anything bad. She ate neither tofo nor yoghurt, but common spareribs and I had to take my red card out just once when she told me how her Jack Russell terrier had his own website. But this one was done by a Japanese fan, which is why I can renounce disciplinary measures.

Of course I completely failed macho-like because I innocently asked her when I'd be able to welcome her in my show again after just 20 mintutes. "Whenever you want me, Thomas!" Whenever I wanted her and I guess she expected a "The best would be now." But I had already recovered my pride and reacted really cool: "The show after the next one!" So one break, but in March Mariah will come. Maybe she'll bring my umbrella along which I forgot in the restaurant.

(Bunte Magazine - RPN Germany)



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