I had been out of $cientology for three years and had a Mark 7 E-meter sitting around. A friend of mine, still working at the last $cientology school my kids had attended, mentioned they had a need for one. John Travolta's niece also attended that school. I donated the $3,000 meter around the time John was doing a benefit event for the school. I was given two tickets to attend the premiere (at the Director's Guild in Hollywood) of John's latest movie, Chains of Gold (1994).
The tables were round, and my back and his back were literally inches apart. Every female there, with one of his works in hand, lined up to get an autograph. Except me and my friend, Carrie, who had more interesting things to talk about. It drove him insane. During announcements, he kept turning and trying to catch my eye and I kept avoiding him. At one point, the crowd was referred to the back of the room. Someone stood. We applauded. It was when I was turning back towards the stage that I had a head-on collision with the Travolta high beams. He didn't turn, and caught me with that million dollar smile. So, what did I do? I looked him straight in the eye and, without blinking, gave a slight shrug of my shoulder, followed by my own million-dollar smile. He laughed, OMG, did he laugh. He loved it. Touche, bay-BEE, Carrie whispered after he turned around, as I was howling silently into the newly-served weeds they called salad (I didn't know what Mesclun was, okay?).
At that time, he chain smoked like crazy and wore inch-thick pancake makeup. His wife, Kelly Preston was sitting next to him and also wore thick pancake makeup. Then dinner was served, followed by a comedy act, his new movie, and then a surprise midnight dance session with him. Of all the actors in $cientology, John's the one I've always liked. He has such a great sense of play.
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