Let’s start by pointing out that Garry was sort of a little famous when we got married as well as for a lot of years before we got married and at least at Hannaford’s grocery in downtown Uxbridge, is still famous.
How did I feel about it? I (mostly) enjoyed it. We got great seating in restaurants — and that was when we actually (with two full incomes) could afford them. We got cool invitations to parties we occasionally enjoyed but usually by the time we got there, were sorry we did all that driving for no good reason.
If Garry was officiating I got to meet interesting people — the interesting (and usually ignored) wives of the more special guests. My rank was similar: wife to person known for being on television. Basically, no one, except the other (ignored) wives found me interesting. Garry like to “work the room,” going from famous person to other famous person. This was most satisfying when we were holding the party rather than merely attending one.
Garry like the attention — to a point. He didn’t like attempts to bribe him and he always returned every penny of it. We stopped going to some restaurants because they wouldn’t let him pay. First, it was a favor, but after a while, it felt like a bribe so we elsewhere. Too bad. It was a great restaurant.
He didn’t like being interrupted for autographs in the middle of dinner. Couldn’t they wait until we made it to dessert? Over all, since Garry wasn’t super-famous — not Hollywood-style famous. It was not a crazy sort of famous and it felt normal.
So now, except for some strange interludes at Hannaford, we live life in the slow lane. I like the slow lane. It suits us. When you get finished being famous or sort of famous, it’s good to slow down and just breathe.