mrs-roboto's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Celebrity Spotting Sunday afternoon, while out running errands, Pete and I stopped at our local Thai place for lunch. We were one of three couples in the entire restaurant. Guess who else was eating there, right at the table next to us? Ron Reagan!! Now I had heard that Ron and his wife lived in the area but I has sort of thought this might be a hoax. I certainly didn't imagine he'd be eating at the same joints I did. Or that he'd travel sans entourage, it was just he and his wife. I turned to Pete and asked if he thought I should talk to him. "Should I say hello? Tell him I'm a big fan of the Eukanuba Dog Shows? That I loved what he said at his fathers funeral?" "Not unless you want me to walk out of the restaurant," Pete exclaimed. "Just let the man eat in peace." Pete never lets me talk to the celebrities. We've run into Bill Nye twice in our travels and Pete always insists we just act like he isn't there. We've also seen numerous "stars" of our local public access television and I am strictly forbidden from conversing with them. I think Pete fears I'll become some sort of drooling fan girl and maybe he's right. I once waited on Steve Tyler of Aerosmith fame. I was working at the exotic bakery in Boston and Steve came in and purchased a penis mug to bring to the local butt rock station as a gift for a DJ. Funny thing is, I had no idea who Steve Tyler was. Back in those days I was sporting a mostly shaved head, purple bangs, torn up tights and a plaid miniskirt. Aerosmith were far off my radar. But I must have sensed something, maybe I saw the band on the cover of a magazine (I used to spend alot of time reading magazines at the 7-11 because I couldn't afford to purchase them and read then at home - I heard "Buy something or get out of here" at least twice a week). So I asked Steve "Hey, are you in a band or something?" I actually thought I might have seen them at a local club at some point. Steve straightened up his 5'2" frame in a sad attempt to look menacing. "A band," he spat out. "A BAND!!??? Yeah, I'm in a band." "Oh um cool," I sputtered, wondering what I'd done to get this guys so angry. "What band?" He sneered, "The J. Geils Band! That's who!" I knew the J. Geils Band. I knew that hit from the 80's about the cherub in the porn mag or something. I said "Awesome! You guys are great. I love that song you did." At this point Steve almost spit on me. "I'm in AEROSMITH!!! You know, *the* AEROSMITH? As in Janies Got A Gun?" "It's not ringing any bells but if you're as big a star as you say, can I get your autograph for the store?" Steve threw down $10.00, signed a shopping bag, grabbed his mug and fled the store. I later learned that he was in fact a pretty big deal but I still don't like his music. I think Ron Reagan tops Steve Tyler any day! In other news, Pete got a new job that includes a significant pay raise and
a shiny new title. Yay! 7:32 p.m. - 2005-04-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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