Name dropping
I lived in Los Angeles for about 7 1/2 years during my twenties. I loved it. I'd live there again right now if I could afford the quality of life to which I have grown accustomed here in my thirties. Anyway, besides just regular day-to-day sightings, I worked at Spago for five of those years and I've got my fair share of celebrity stories. It's a very gauche thing in LA to tell celebrity stories, but they are loads of fun to those who live elsewhere. And since I'm not in LA, here are just a few of mine (or at least snippets from a few of mine):
I once got stuck in the elevator of a club with Marilyn Manson, Twiggy Manson and two extremely large body guards. I was propositioned. I declined.
Donald Sutherland told me I'm as cute as a bug's ear.
After goofing around with him for most of an evening, I asked Dustin Hoffman if I could call him "Uncle Dusty." He declined.
George Michael bought me a bottle of my favorite white burgundy.
I used the bathroom at Vanna White's house.
I winked at Tommy Lee in his convertible - from my convertible - at a stop light on Mulholland Drive.
Bill Maher and his friend tried to buy drinks for me and my friend. When we passed, he demanded, "Don't you know who I am?!" To which I replied, "Don't you know who I am?!"
Paul Westerberg told Winona Ryder that he'd shake her hand, but his right arm was busy resting on my shoulders.
After seeing first-hand just how short Jean Claude Van Damme is, I bragged that I could probably kick his ass. He heard me.
Muhammad Ali summoned me over to tell me that he liked my braids.
Sir Anthony Hopkins insisted I call him Tony.
The one that makes me swoon just to think about it, though? Al Pacino called me sweetheart. Sigh.
Sunday, April 05, 2009
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3 comments:
The next time I talk to Uncle Dusty, I'll have to chide him for being so aloof with you. Shame on him.
(And seriously, you COULD kick Van Damme's ass, even carrying Belly or the Bug.)
What about Lemmy Kilmister from Motorhead? Wasn't he your neighbor?
Yes he was! I have more stories than the ones here (as you well know) but I didn't want to shoot my wad on one post. What if I run out of blog ideas and need to recycle?! I'll have a fresh stable of celebrity snippets all ready and waiting for me. I also didn't put any negative stories because I'm not looking for hate mail. But BELIEVE YOU ME - I have 'em.
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