Is there anything interesting to do with famous people other than fuck them? Honestly.
I really hope so, because growing up in DC meant meeting both Marion Barry and Dan Quayle, and NO.
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Is there anything interesting to do with famous people other than fuck them? Honestly.
I really hope so, because growing up in DC meant meeting both Marion Barry and Dan Quayle, and NO.
I really hope so, because growing up in DC meant meeting both Marion Barry and Dan Quayle, and NO.
If only someone had told me this before I visited 10 Downing St.
Ah, well. What's done is done.
I don't meet famous people, so it hasn't been an issue.
I'm much more likely to meet a famous scientist, but since I've been surrounded by them my whole life, there is no whelmedness. To be perfectly honest, the only meeting of famous in the pop culture sense was when one actor's kid started bopping me in the knees and sharing his grapes. And of course, having to slam on the brakes to keep from hitting John Waters (he was walking against the light!) But that would have been a different kind of meeting.
Let us never speak of it again.
Is there anything interesting to do with famous people other than fuck them?
Sounds like a good question for a study. "Excuse me, Mr. Idol, but there's a study to see if there's anything more interesting to do with you than fuck you. Could you spare a couple of hours?"
although if plotzing is a likelihood, I'm have to avoid them entirely (cf Eric Idle).
When I ran into him in the hotel we were staying in (on the same floor!), I had to seriously work at containing myself for an entire elevator ride. I was about to bounce off the walls and chatter like an iditot. I did manage to squeek out, "Good evening."
If only someone had told me this before I visited 10 Downing St.
Not in the 80s, surely.....
I was at a party with Peter Reigert once and all I could think the whole time I was chatting about the food was "Dude, you were in Animal House and Crossing Delancey and Local Hero! Three of my favorite movies ever!"
But I was sure I would come off like Chris Farley on SNL if I opened that door, so I stuck to discussing the lamb.
Not in the 80s, surely.....
Oh, yeah, baby.
I had to seriously work at containing myself for an entire elevator ride.
I'd have died with the effort. As it was, every time I saw him it was easy (if somewhat abrupt and odd) for me to spin on my heels and walk away.