BED LIST: GEORGE CLOONEY
I don't care what you think of Jennifer Lopez Noa Judd Anthony, you must rent a copy of Out of Sight, then do a little wishful thinking over the handsome Mr. Clooney. Trapped in the trunk with George. Trapped in a luxury hotel in a snowstorm with George. Trapped in federal prison with George (one of the few men good looking enough to work the jumpsuit to his advantage). He makes intelligent, interesting movies (Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, Three Kings) and is game enough to go along with the Coen brothers (O Brother, Where Art Thou? and Intolerable Cruelty). He's gorgeous, articulate, and his eyes do that crinkle thing when he smiles. He's Rosemary Clooney's nephew and Miguel Ferrer's cousin. Plus, he was born in Kentucky, so that makes him a Southern gentleman. Lock us in the trunk and lose the keys.
DINNER LIST: BONO
I fell in love with U2 in college. To this day, I crank the opening riff of "I Will Follow" loud enough to make my ears bleed. Boy. War. The Unforgettable Fire. The Joshua Tree. Can you say seminal rock and roll? U2's latest, How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb, is the bomb. Talking discography alone with Bono could absorb an entire evening from appetizer to dessert, but this rock star is more than just album sales. Somewhere between the salad and entree you might discuss third world debt forgiveness or the AIDS crisis in Africa, Irish government, or any number of social issues. Hell, his name's been tossed in as a candidate for President of the World Bank! (I'd like to see P. Diddy top that.) Dinner with Bono would be thought-provoking and challenging.
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