Let's see - James Carville called to speak with an old roommate once; she wasn't home, and I was on with my mother. He was... terse. Sister of kid from On Golden Pond was my freshman year RA.

Oh, and I got to be in the shake hands line as Clinton was getting on the helicopter to take him from the White House to Andrews once thanks to said roommate. That was fun. And got to peek inside the Oval Office, but not step in, and it was empty, of course. Weren't really supposed to do that, but she was a charmer, that one.

I tend to not have celebrity encounters! Unless Pete and Jilli count, in which case, I have them on a regular basis.

I like it that way. Fourth wall, and all.

I met the props mistress for SPN at a memorial, though. It seems somehow fitting.

I nearly ran James Carville and his King Charles Spaniels down on my bike once.

Marie Osmond threw up in an elevator we were riding in together.

I've actually had loads of celebrity encounters, but nothing amazing.

Marie Osmond threw up in an elevator we were riding in together.

Marie Osmond and I have the same birthday (and Cash and Matt).

I nearly ran James Carville and his King Charles Spaniels down on my bike once.

Accidentally, or did he just move too fast? (I know you weren't aiming for the spaniel, of course.)

I remember, when we were kids in the UK, we drove past Lenny Henry. I pointed him out, and my father asked if we wanted his autograph.

Of course! So he parks the car and walks over and they chat animatedly for ten minutes. He comes back, and I don't even remember if he had an autograph.

"You know Lenny Henry?" I asked.

"No."

Since then, I've been very, fuck it, I'm walking up to whoever and starting a conversation. Served me well.

Marie Osmond and I have the same birthday (and Cash and Matt).

And my father, and the aforementioned British Prime Minister.

That's awesome. I saw a former soap actor (he was a spectator) at a play one night; he had performed himself in the previous play put on, and he was GREAT. But I was too shy to say that to him. Oh, well. Now, I probably would. Who doesn't like to hear, "Hey, you were great in/at_________________!"

Most of my celebrity encounters, aside from fan conventions, have been at the strip club. Most notably, I met Lou Diamond Phillips. He was touring with his band at the time, and invited me and my friend Mickey backstage. He and his guys were all perfect gentlemen. I still have a Polaroid somewhere of me standing next to him, wearing a green teddy and lots of lipstick.

I met Billie Jean King when I was going through a tennis phase. Everyone else I can think of is baseball related of varying levels of fame. I've danced with Vida Blue, hung out with Dontrelle Willis (and his mom), and chatted with David Stewart about his sister who cared for my mom (I forget the exact capacity now - want to say phlebotomist).