Amo found a really fun blog piece about an encounter with Natalie, back in October last year. This blogger came face to face with a pregnant Natalie in the restroom of the Metropolitan Opera House. The full write up is here and below is an excerpt:
My mind was racing. Should I say something? A hello? Make a comment? Introduce myself as a member of the Trust? Say something pedestrian like, “I love your work,” or, “Congratulations on your Oscar?” Or how about, “Good luck with the baby?” Instead I just stood there and looked at her. Then she looked at me, and I looked at her again. She glanced at me once more, because I looked twice. And I didn’t say anything. Not a word.
Restroom or no restroom, I bet I’d do exactly the same thing in that situation.