On the way out, we are offered gift bags full of chocolate, which everyone politely declines.Įveryone, that is, but Usher. There is a dinner reservation at Carbone waiting. After about an hour-just long enough for a tipsy woman to ask Usher if he’s seen White Lotus-we retreat to the car.
He graciously chats with all of them and poses for selfies. A string of MGM bigwigs-and the MGM bigwigs’ wives and kids and kids’ college friends-catch word that Usher is in the back and quickly arrive to schmooze. Someone gets Usher a drink, and a charcuterie board appears for the rest of us. We are led to a back room, with a small bar, a few tables, and metallic streamers cheerily, if haphazardly, hanging on the walls. “Let me-I’ll go get someone.” But then Usher smiles at her and she smiles back and that idea of going to get someone slips her mind.
“We didn’t know you were coming!” she says.
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