By Assunta Ng
When I heard movie star George Clooney got married in Venice last week, I sighed. Not because I was crazy about him, but because I was in Venice the same time last year. I was there a year too early. Does it matter?
No, not really, because I wasn’t there. And I would not have been invited to his wedding, whether it was a year before or a year later. But if I was there, in Venice, at that same time, I could have witnessed the riot of fans waiting on the bridges and gathering on gondolas. I could have breathed in the frenzy of Clooney air, visited his wedding site the next day, and bragged when I came home that I had been in the same hotel.
I could have been riding the water taxis next to his, witnessing all the frenzy of the paparazzi and Hollywood glamour, and taken photos for my readers to enjoy.
Some consolations for me though, I could have wasted hours just to catch a quick moment of him. Or I could use my time last year efficiently, toured a big part of Venice, and then off to a cruise in the Balkan Islands.
No, no, no, I still want to see George Clooney! (end)