Julie in my closet
When I was living in New York City pursuing my acting career, I befriended Julie Roberts. She hadn’t yet changed her name to Julia and didn’t do so until she tried to register with the Screen Actors Guild (SAG) and there was already a Julie Roberts. So she changed her name to Julia.
I can’t remember where I met her, but it must have been in one of the many restaurants I worked at. This was before she was famous and she was just simply “Julie” to me.
I specifically remember one day when she didn’t like the clothing she was wearing. This was when I was working at Chumley’s, the former speakeasy I’ve written about before in Greenwich Village (which the locals know as just “The Village.”)
When my shift ended, Julie and I went back to my apartment to rummage through my closet to find her a new outfit. This was all before “Pretty Woman,” which was her take-off film. I can’t remember what she finally chose, but she seemed pretty happy with it.
Julie and I always called ourselves the “bad boy friend” magnets. (We actually used another word, but you get the idea.) We had both gone through a string of ridiculous men. We had my friend Deborah Goodrich Royce in common, but I think Deborah has lost touch with her as well.
In fact, the last time I saw Julia, we were at a birthday party for our friend Deborah at a restaurant called “The Ivy.” It was on the upper west side of Manhattan and I recall it was very nice and pretty pricey. By then I think Julia had done “Mystic Pizza” which was one of her earliest films.
Now, from what I read in People Magazine, she is concentrating on her family life with husband Danny Moder and twins Hazel and Phineas. I think if she saw me today she would remember me, but I don’t see her coming to Caroga Lake anytime in the near future.
Kathryn Spira, a native of Cleveland who pursued an acting career in NYC and Los Angeles, now pursues free lance writing from Caroga Lake in Fulton County. Previous columns may be accessed at her web site www.kathrynskorner.com