Ah, I remember this show from my misspent youth. I had had six beers, most drunk in Grant Park, and I had visited my cousin (who has become an insufferable twit) at the high-rise in which he had recently moved. We watched at least some of this show, which I had commented on in my December 5, 1993 journal entry. I had only mentioned Meg Ryan and Julia Roberts in that entry. I left out the other three interviewees (Pfeiffer, Stone, and Jackson) for whatever reason. This was so long ago (it's June 6, 2023 as I lie here in the nude in my bed, typing this on my 2018 iPad (6th generation)) that I actually still liked Julia Roberts.
I believe that the interviews conducted by Mr. Sheehan did hold my interest at the time, in my inebriated state (ten beers in less than two hours; I had had four of my cousin's beers), and, since no one else had seen fit to leave a review, I felt compelled-nay, OBLIGATED-to let the world know that, yes, this show, which I can BARELY remember, WAS enjoyed by at least one person.
I believe that the interviews conducted by Mr. Sheehan did hold my interest at the time, in my inebriated state (ten beers in less than two hours; I had had four of my cousin's beers), and, since no one else had seen fit to leave a review, I felt compelled-nay, OBLIGATED-to let the world know that, yes, this show, which I can BARELY remember, WAS enjoyed by at least one person.
