Hmmm ...
Why wasn't there a course on "How to Get George Clooney to Come Over for Dinner" when I was in J-School? I am jealous of this Time magazine reporter.
"He is good at slipping into many different worlds, even the one in my kitchen, where he is pouring in the egg mixture while I add the hot spaghetti for the carbonara. He reaches over and stirs the bacon, grabs a string bean from the pot and eats it. He is mad guesting, Olympic-level guesting. He's been over for two hours, and it occurs to me that the smooth bastard must have turned off his cell phone before he got here. When I leave the table to check on the lamb, he puts extra bacon on my pasta."
Now, that is my kind of dinner guest!
via Jezebel