First of all, I should mention that I am not cool. I spent most of my life assuming that if I ever met or saw a celebrity or anyone of importance that I would either pretend to ignore them completely, smile possibly say something witty, or not recognize them at all because I really don't see a lot of movies or watch much TV.
Boy was I wrong.
R and I went to a friend's birthday party, and had a great time listening to said friend's band. Afterward we were hanging out on the sidewalk chatting with friends, when someone incredibly tiny walked by. She was wearing black, and I detected wispy blond hair and bubbly cheeks kind of like I had when I was younger. Did I mention she was tiny? That was the first thing that got me thinking "maybe that's like an actress or something".
So what do I do? No no, I didn't discreetly look to see who it was. That would have fallen under the "cool" category, which I do not belong to. Nope, I had to be the one who, without thinking, got up on tiptoe and leaned over the people I was with to see who it was. Said person caught me leaning and staring, and abruptly darted the other direction, as anyone being leered at would do. This was my second clue that she was probably someone noted. Sure enough, half an hour later, I keep hearing "did you see her too? She was here, I swear!" And I had to be the idiot gawking from the sidewalk.
I hope I get better at this.
1 comment:
Still, that's cool. About the closest I got to a celebrity was staying in LA for a ten hour layover at the house next door to Angel's. Angel. Of Buffy the Vampire Slayer importance.
Oh, and Marky Mark lived up the hill. But I think they call him Mark Walberg now...
I'm just as out of touch as you, sister. :)
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