
I am kind of related to Rufus and have met him a few times. My fabulous aunt who's a writer in NYC and owns an incredible villa in Tuscany that she sent us off to for an amazing Italian honeymoon - had my cousin with Rufus's grandfather, Loudon Wainwright who was her partner for many years. So my cousin who is about 12 years younger than Rufus, is his aunt. It's a crazy family tree - hard to keep up with. We had a little family reunion at the Hollywood Bowl about a year and a half ago when Rufus performed his Judy Garland Carnegie Hall show there, and then got to go to the after-party at Carrie Fisher/Princess Leia's house up in the canyon, which was gorgeous, and sprinkled with random celebs. The best part of the night was seeing Jake Gyllenhall and Reese Witherspoon up close and personal - and Jake trying to schooch behind me and almost falling down. I restrained myself and didn't say anything (I just wanted to give him a quick "I wish I knew how to quit you,") but it was cool to see them together. US Weekly still hadn't even figured out what was going on, but it was obvious to everyone at the party and they didn't care who knew it. I also met Jake's dad who was very nice. Later, we were chatting with Rufus (who talked with a ciggy in his mouth the whole time) and my aunt when this flamboyant guy came up and whisked Rufus away to a much more important conversation. My aunt turned to me and said, "Well you don't mess with David Geffen." No, I guess you don't.
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