If a magic genie granted you a wish to spend an evening with any living celebrity you chose, which celeb would you pick?
For me, it would be Dennis Leary. If I chose someone with whom I was starstruck (like Kerry Russell), I fear that I wouldn’t be able to make any intelligent conversation. But after watching Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll, I get the feeling that I could hang out with Leary for an evening and enjoy sharing some old war stories.
The only restriction I suggest is that it has to be someone who is currently alive and it has to be a real human being. No cartoon characters and no characters from novels or movies.
I’m posting this because I wonder if the person that people would choose somehow reflects on their personalities. I don’t think that I’m anything like Dennis Leary. But I wonder if there is some other kind of connection.
Normally, I’d say Uncle Alice, but tonight I’m feeling my grrrl power. So, Pink. She’d be hella fun and could regale me with probably truer stories of life on the road.
It would be between some really hot actress who is likely to dress sexy or Bono. It would be interesting to see how sane he is after 30 years as a rock god. Neil Peart (from Rush) might be in the running except that he would hate it so I’ll spare him.
My social skills are so awful that, with most celebs, it would be an evening of torture for both parties. I’d have to pick someone who could deal with my toxic levels of shyness and awkwardness. It certainly won’t be someone I find hot. And it won’t be some charismatic, extraverted people person. (So, don’t take this personally, Jennifer Lawrence. I’m still happy to worship you from a distance, while hiding behind a rock.)
Ideally, it would be someone I wouldn’t have to speak to at all.
I think I’ll go with Woody Allen. I have a feeling that he’ll sympathize when I’m saying nothing and just staring into my salad the whole time.
Or, maybe I’ll pick Kevin Smith. Although that’s for almost the opposite reason, sort if. I’d just have to ask him one question, no matter how banal, and he’d talk nonstop for the next ten hours, stopping only for bathroom breaks and to catch the occasional breath. I wouldn’t get a word in sideways even if I tried. So, I would get away with shutting up all evening, and just laughing and nodding occasionally.