Repeat: I See Famous People
I am not writing my blog right now because I want to spend time with the twins before they return to college. I scheduled these posts so the blog wouldn’t be empty and I could have space to best use the end of their break. A cop-out, but forgive me. Having them go is really, really hard. I need mental space to feel what I am feeling, help the kids through the transition, and sit in the quiet for a moment on the other side.
I’m notorious for being unable to control my verbal diarrhea when I see famous people. One time, we were in Dupont and we were walking toward Christiane Amanpour and Jamie Rubin on the sidewalk when they parted to allow us to pass between them and I pretty much crapped myself and then told every employee at Kramer’s about it for the next hour.
I was at the Helen Hayes Awards because Josh was nominated for one of his plays, and we were at this party when Judd Hirsch walked by. And unable to control my own body, I pointed at him and screamed, “that’s Judd Hirsch!”
Which isn’t even the most embarrassing part. I DID THE SAME THING YEARS LATER TO PAULA DEAN.
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This was very entertaining – both your post and the comments! It’s sort of the done thing to pretend not to recognise people here or at least not to bother them. Though I suspect the younger generation don’t know that.
My closest encounter (apart from drinking champagne with King Sihanouk of Cambodia) with a celeb is working out next to Orlando Bloom, after the first LOTR movie had come out but before filming had finished. Living in Wellington, we see politicians down the street on a regular basis. I’ve seen several Prime Ministers, either just walking down the street or at restaurants, and met a couple through work too.
Also, I recognised the Sklar brothers, but I’m going to have to google to see why.
And if we ever meet, we’re totally going to have to do a lunge pose. Though we’d better meet soon, because my knees aren’t really up to it any more! lol
When I was about 19 I “met” Brian Setzer of the Stray Cats. This was way before smartphones, so no photo, but I got his autograph. Around the late 90s or early early 00s I saw Marilu Henner at Macy’s in Santa Barbara. And my husband and I saw Bob Costas crossing the street when we were walking to a restaurant in Salt Lake City during the 2002 Olympics. that’s all the excitement I have to share.