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Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Brushes With The Famous

So a lunchtime conversation with my friend and co-worker, wound around, as lunchtime conversations sometimes do, to our brushes with the famous.

She recalled running into Richard Harris coming down some stairs in a public building in Milwaukee. He said, "Hello, pretty lady." (This was before the time when saying this would have been terribly politically incorrect.) She still blushes when she thinks about it and wishes she would have turned around and asked him to coffee.

And I recalled power walking in Lawrence, Kansas, and early in the morning running smack into Matt Dillon, who was filming a movie there, and looking back, I'm probably lucky he didn't sue my ass.

And she remembered Jane Fonda's limp handshake in her Ted Turner days (which doesn't surprise me, because her personality seems to have gone limp fish in those days), and I recalled seeing Joe DiMaggio in the airport in San Francisco, and he most certainly didn't want to be recognized and said so.

And then I remembered seeing Chelsea Clinton with her pals and hip secret service agents on that same trip, through a shelf in a store in San Francisco's Chinatown, telling her friends how her parents used incense in their bedroom (and this is when they were at the White House, pre-Monica), and I thought how I really didn't want to know about anything they did in their bedroom. And she remembered meeting Dan Quayle, and I tease her terribly about saying he was cute. (I mean really!)

And Gloria Steinem interviewed her about a silk project she was working on in Colombia, and me, I met Bob Seeger, well, sort of, because he was drunk and on the floor at a party in Grand Rapids, Michigan, and I'm not sure how much you can really meet someone when they're so out of it.

And I stacked my four and measured them against her four, and she wins.

I know if you live in LA or NYC or even Chicago, these brushes are a little bit of nothing. But wherever you live, tell me about your brushes with the famous and the infamous.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Outside of seeing famous folk at work, I saw Chris Rock at White Castle once AND I saw Barry Bostwick at the Ren Faire. I was star-struck both times.

6:53 PM  
Blogger KC said...

On our honeymoon in Florence, Christy Turlington was sitting at the next table in a restaurant with a group of young non-model-type women. At one point, they all turned to look at me and smile. I'm still not sure whether they thought I was cute or a total pig (I can eat).

Jon Travolta was at my gym while filming in Baltimore. I tried to play it cool.

7:14 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I guess I will have to claim the "honor" of having nearly met the infamous.

In the late 70s, I lived in Los Angeles. Specifically West Hollywood, one block off Sunset Blvd on Larrabee. This means I drove up and down Sunset quite a bit. One night, coming home around 2.30 AM from my customary evening activities, I noticed a white Toyota tailing me. After intentionally driving erratically for a mile or two, he gave up and passed me. That was not before pulling alongside my car and glaring at me. He had the wildest eyes I've ever seen... maniacal. A few months later, I watched the evening news and realized it had been Ken Bianchi.. the Hillside Strangler.

That is my closest brush with anything remotely notorious. God willin', it will be my last. LOL


Thailand Gal

7:39 PM  
Blogger Citymouse said...

I’ve been back stage with Chris Isaak, Motorhead, have a picture with the lead singer from the Pursuit of Happiness and one with Udo of Accept (German band) and I wasn’t a groupie!
The other kinds of famous people (actors, politicians) well, I can’t say I’ve had any brushes with that type. But then again, I am the type of person to have a conversation with someone at a party, be totally unimpressed, and then find out I should have been really impressed.

Oh, did I mentiion I was on the Ray Rayner Show?

10:28 PM  
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10:28 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

OK, I lived down the hall from Rob Sedgewick, Kyra Sedgewick's little brother, who married kevin bacon. So what's that, only TWO degrees of seperation from Kevin Bacon, HA! Top that!
(pathetic, I know, really...)

5:49 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I remember when we lived in NYC, seeing the former mayor David Dinkins. Not sure that qualifies as "famous"

7:58 AM  
Blogger Mona Buonanotte said...

James Earl Jones shook my hand and checked out my ass (so my husband told me).

Guitarist from Famous N.J. Rock Band (no, not THAT one) spent the night with me years ago.

I think there's more, but none so great as these (and still, they're not great).

9:16 AM  
Blogger meno said...

I saw Nixon once at the white house when my parents took me out of school for the day to go to some reception. I loved the day off school and was not interested in Nixon.
I saw Joanne Woodward and her husband when i was wandering around Monterrey once.
Gary Payton's kids used to go to the same school as mine. He's a jerk.

10:45 AM  
Blogger Susan as Herself said...

Having lived in NYC, and now in Chicago, there are way too many to name. But I will say these few things: Susan Sarandon is funny and down to earth and will talk to anyone, and Rob Lowe is very polite and friendly, and Jessica Lange is so shy she borders on scary/weird. Won't make eye contact and buries her head in her lap. Sad.

1:03 PM  
Blogger Tink said...

I've never seen or met anyone famous or infamous... How sad. But I'm still young, it could happen right? RIGHT? *Sigh*

2:08 PM  
Blogger Girlplustwo said...

ahhh. when i was 15 i touched mikail baryshnikov's hand. didn't wash it for months...

8:56 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

The last famous person I met was Neil Gaiman about a year ago.
John Cusack bought me breakfast once when I was living in Chicago, and my parents met his sister, Joan about a month ago.
I flew from Denver to San Francisco with Night Ranger when I was 17 -- nice, nice guys.
Cher tripped over my luggage, and I literally brushed past Barry Manilow in the kitchen at the Hurst Castle.

11:29 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thailand Gal, my friend Fred has you beat. He used to be friends with Joel Rifkin pre Joel Rifkin actually being who he became: a serial killer, or actually, the most notorious serial killer in New York. He murdered 18 people and my friend Fred has the unfortunate past of sharing pizza with this man.

6:13 PM  

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