ANDY COHEN talks MADONNA on HOWARD STERN

[XXL]

Love his "UH UH" at her answer "I'm everyday people"

What do you expect her when you go and ask her what she is doing on a commercial flight (it's not exactly as if she was flying economy anyway). It's obvious she could afford to fly private being worth over a billion dollars and considering there are celebrities that fly private and are worth a fraction of what she's worth but she's renowned for being a biz-savvy "thrifty" woman. It's just none of your damn business anyway.

It's so rude of him to come up to her and ask that dumb question eliciting a scarcastic "everyday people" answer. Which gives him the perfect excuse for his predictable UHUH, which practically is what he was going after to begin with

Well done! Another frivolous, shallow wealthy Cristopher/Piers/Elton/Graham fag type fawning and drooling on her, demanding she gives them attention.

[XXL]

Thirsty Gay Stalks Madonna on Commercial Flight

[Jazzy Jan]

I think Andy is really sweet and obviously adores her. He is always talking of his love for Madonna and it seems pretty obvious that they both muck around and tease each other. There is no malice or nastiness in his recollections, more dorky adoration which is understandable.

[Apples388]

Excerpt from Andy Cohen Diaries, running into Madonna on a plane:

"Imagine my surprise when on a packed United flight the chatty flight attendant (blissfully not #BabyJaneFlightAttendant) came over to tell me she loves my show, never talks to people, and that she was more excited about my being on board than Madonna. “Madonna is on this plane?” I could barely get the sentence out of my mouth. She told me that the Material Girl was in seat 1A and I think that I actually pushed this poor woman out of the way as I bolted over like a flash. “I know her! I can say hi!” I protested—or justified—to her, but really to myself. The idea that Madonna was flying commercial, with the people, blew my mind. And there she was, small, in black, with glasses, tiny in her window seat. I asked her what the hell she was doing, and instead of answering she proceeded to make fun of my (yellow flannel) Gant shirt, which I love. “Are you trying to be noticed?” she said. (Hello, pot, this is kettle.…) She asked if I was “in front” and said she would visit me later. I said that actually she wouldn’t come visit and she agreed that “she wouldn't, but asked me to come visit her. I didn’t know if I would be able to muster up another burst of blind courage to make the trip to her seat twice, and I returned to mine grateful for our moment. The plane was a little delayed for mechanical difficulties, so I texted her and said she looked great and tan, and she said tanning is for sinners. When I marveled that she was on a commercial plane, she texted that she does it all the time. She said she is “everyday people.” Uh-huh.

I went to the bathroom several times during the flight and stayed away from her but did notice a very handsome man seated a few rows ahead of me. Every time I went by, his eyes were on me and we gave each other many half smiles and nods. I pulled the flight attendant aside and asked her if she could find out his name, and while she was at it, if I could see how Madonna was listed on the manifest. Back she came in “a jif with the documentation that I am sure is illegal to show passengers and there, in black and white, was “Madonna Louise Ciccone.” I had goose bumps. I mean I know that’s her name but I didn’t expect it all written out like that. The whole thing? I wanted to keep the manifest or take a pic of it but didn’t want to push my luck. The flight attendant asked if I had a crush on the dude in the fifth row and I said I just thought he looked familiar (I am discreet, see) and wanted to remember his name. She read it aloud and I’d never heard it before, and by the time she left I’d completely forgotten it, so there went my chances of finding him on Facebook.”

“I did go speak to The Lady again right before we landed, and she was as nice and normal as could be. She said it’s too expensive flying private all the time and that you can feed a lot of people with the amount it costs to fly back and forth from LA. (Madonna feeds people, people!) She said she was going to LA to do something small on the Grammys and I said nothing she does is small and she said she would take that as a compliment. We talked about Lola and her new boyfriend, and about my need for a new sound system in my apartment. I skedaddled back to my seat and on the way back saw a wedding ring on Row 5’s finger. Figures.”

“He left the plane before me but gave me a few lingery looks on the way out before completely disappearing into LAX. He was husband material: professional, handsome, big and tall. He looked like a man. I didn’t look for Madonna once we landed—I was grateful for the time we had. I’m a fanboy, but I only act that way 50 percent of the time.”

He sounds like an awful person. Himbo!

[jacket]

Riveting story Andy.

[Guest CzarnaWisnia]

haha that's so funny! I love that Madonna is flying [commercial], that's the biggest reveal of his whole book.

[Apples388]

[jacket]

haha that's so funny! I love that Madonna is flying coach, that's the biggest reveal of his whole book.

Err, she's flying commercial, not coach. And I'm really not surprised. Only an insecure person with more money than sense would hire private plans to get around.

[moniquearis]

Yall bitches be spazzing out too if Madonna's on yall's plane. Don't lie.

I'd be spazzing out too if Mariah's on my plane. Floation device.

Not Gaga though. Shit sinks to the bottom. Although, come to think of it, she is one of those hard-to-flush poop. Hmm.

[spotlight]

bad move andy cohen