I used to work at the front desk of one of the nicer hotels in Daytona Beach, so I’ve delt with many race drivers and crew members. Richard Petty’s team were regulars, I worked with them a lot. The Petty team had been coming to our hotel for something like twenty years, and always got the same rooms, two adjoining suites for themselves and family, and a bunch of other rooms for crew. Kyle Petty would stay at our sister property next door.
Richard Petty especially is a cool guy. He would take his hat and sunglasses off and hang out by the pool or in the lobby, and nobody would recognize him. I didn’t like his wife. I once talked to Robbie Loomis (Petty’s crew chief at the time) about an engineering job with Petty Enterprises.
I don’t believe there was any ass-checking involved.
I ran into Anthony Keidis [sp?] in the Metropolitan Museum of Art once. He did not check out my ass, but I took a nice long look at his.
Rachel Bolan, the bassist for Skid Row was in my check out line when I worked at Caldor when I was in high school. Unfortunately, the :wally in line ahead of him was arguing with me about her damn coupons, so he went to the next line. Damn coupons!
Hey! My ass was significantly smaller and less round back then. Personally, I didn’t think there was much there to be checking out but Mary swears he was staring right at my butt.
I love everyone including whether or not their ass was checking out by someone famous. It’s kind of like adding “…in bed” to fortune cookie fortunes.
That is by far the coolest one I’ve seen on this thread. It’s so weird thinking that, because I saw that movie two weeks ago. Wow.
As for me…
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[li]I have been 10 feet from President Bush in the White House Rose Garden.[/li][li]I hopefully met several soon-to-be-famous people at the South by Southwest music festival.[/li][li]I had some chit-chat with both members of up-and-coming band The White Stripes last week at a show in DC. They liked my Detroit shirt (that’s where all of us are from). I did check out Meg’s ass, but the real action on her is upstairs, if you know what I mean.[/li][li] My friend and I picked out a gift tie to give David Letterman when we went and saw his show. We’ve seen him wear it several times since, often on noteworthy occasions like the last Julia Roberts appearance, the 2 year anniversary of his heart surgery and the night he announced he was staying at CBS.[/li][/ul]
Oh, I forgot. I mentioned this before, but on the morning of the big Steelers vs. Patriots game earlier this year, I waited on Jerome Bettis, aka the Bus at Kmart. He seemed rather quiet-my guess is he was nervous-when I recognized him he gave me sort of an embarassed grin.
I didn’t ask for an autograph, because I figured the poor guy had enough on his mind-I didn’t want to bug him.
I once got very annoyed with a large group of men walking between me and the entrance to a bar in Stockholm. I was very thirsty. After all the men had disappeared I turned round and noticed my Swedish friends standing open mouthed. They then explained to me that the group of men was the entire Montreal hockey team. After that they went for the mobiles and called everyone they have known. I am British - I know nowt about hockey.
Apart from that there have been brief situations, especially whilst working as a student music journalist. The best was interviewing Tanya Donnelly who is just scrumptious.
I do have a friend who was at the Scream 3 premier aftershow party in London who claims to have taken a leak at the urinal standing beside Wes Craven. He didn’t sneak a peek.
Apparently Jasper Carrot’s (British “comedian” probably next to unknown outside the UK) was on my school’s PTA.
Also at school, Warwickshire and England cricketer Dominic Ostler was two years above me and good mates with my now Brother-in-Law.
Continuing the school theme, the sister of the bassist from Chapterhouse (early 90’s shoegazing/dreampop band) was in my form. I was exiled from the cool group of people for daring to imply that Ride were better.
I don’t seem to be able to walk the streets of Stockholm without coming across someone from a “reality” TV show, although this is probably a reflection on how many of the things we have on TV here. For example, the receptionist at one company I worked for left and then turned up on “Baren”.
Dave Sexton, manager of many English football/soccer clubs ranging from Coventry City to the likes of Chelsea and Manchester United , is a member of the Catholic Parish I grew up in back home in Britain. One of my sister’s best friends is married to one of his sons.
The best one has to be that my Aunt’s dog’s Uncle once won crufts.
One urinal over from Malcolm MacDowall at a movie theatre in Santa Barbara - no ass checking.
Stood in line for a movie in Burbank behind Sarah Michelle Gellar - she’s very short. She was wearing a ridiculous outfit to (disguise her identity, I would imagine) including dark glasses and a cowboy hat. I checked out her ass (discreetly, because my wife pointed her out to me in the first place) and it was quite nice.
Had breakfast one table away from David Ogden Stiers. He was quite chubby and never got up from the table, so I have no ass report there.
Stood behind Teri Nunn (lead singer of Berlin) at some concert or other. Very tiny person. Ass obscured by crowd.
Met Rod Carew in an airport. He talked to me but I had no idea what he said. Accent was too thick.
Saw Kevin Garnett in Dayton’s. He was wearing an orange jacket and fishing hat pulled down over his eyes. Oh yeah KG, the best way to hide your 7’ 1" frame is an orange jacket. Cool guy though.
My dad’s cousin is Dobey Gillis (sp). I don’t know him but apparently he was big in the 50’s.
Flew to Amsterdam a month ago with the Hungarian olympic team. One guy got drunk and started grabbing the flight attendents.
And most recently… saw George Muresean getting into a cab in downtown Tokyo. Ever seen a guy that big get into a cab!!!
Well lets see.
I used to play baseball and went to Jr. High with a member of Tony Toney Tone.
I lived around the corner form MC Hammers parents in HS
I performed in a gospel choir and met Patti LaBelle at the Paramount in Oakland.
My mom tells me I met most of the original Temptations when I was 4 (I don’t remember it).
My grandomother went to school with Della Reese.
I spoke with Mark Curry when I worked for a credit card company.
I had a date with one of the members of En Vogue (also back in HS) before there was an En Vogue. She’s possibly the only celebrity who may have checked out my ass
Yep! We used him to narrate a program (I work for a nameless faceless cable network) and I had to send a script to him before the session. I only needed the phone number for the FedEx package. He lives in Malibu - or at least he did just a few years ago.
He wasn’t too great as a narrator, though and we didn’t use him much after.
Oh and I had to call Jeff Goldblum once to find out if he had any dietary needs/preferences since he would be getting lunch during a narration session. His agent had me call him up. He requested fish and steamed vegetables.
Ok, now I’m impressed. If I met him, I would have to tell him that our dog is named Jerome after him. I don’t know if that would be an insult or a compliment to him. Our dog is a pit bull (a big old wimpy pit bull) so maybe that would sway him.
At my very first Star Trek convention (in 1974) I sat at Gene Roddenberry’s banquet table! Half way through the meal he and Majel switched tables so I sat with her too. At the same convention I crashed a penthouse party and had a beer with George Takei (I was 17 at the time).:eek: He has a very nice ass.
Once, while I was in grad school in North Carolina, Michael Jordan held a door for me. He probably checked my ass but I was too busy hefting a giagantic pile of reference books at the time to take any notice.:rolleyes:
I almost (accidentally) tripped Jack Nicklaus at the International golf tournament. If I had succeeded in (accidentally) tripping him, I definitely would have checked out his ass, as it would have landed right in my face.
I’ve met my share of celebrities, but doing so never raised my visibility quotient. However…
I was a manager at the most popular/photogenic movie theater in San Francisco, so the newscrews would often come there to talk to managers, take footage of long lines, etc. One day, a radio journalist wanted to talk to a manager, and since none of the other (more senior) managers wanted to go down, I had to. Well, a TV journalist heard my interview on the radio and so asked to talk to me (maybe thinking I was their “rep”) when he came down to cover a similar story. Now that a pattern was established, I found myself the one reliably being asked to comment on the latest theater-related local-interest spots (increasing ticket prices, sold out shows, summer sequels, etc.), usually to pop up on the last portion of the 11:00 news that evening. Lasted for about a year before I got transferred.
Respecting the motif of this thread, I should also mention that although the news stories would often provide “coverage” (a non-synched establishing shot of me conversing with the interviewer), my ass was always obscured by my manager’s jacket, so nobody on TV could check it out.
About 5 years ago I went to a taping of the Tonight Show with Jay Leno. Before the show started he came out and asked if anyone had any questions. I had been to the taping once before and had seen him call some guys girlfriend, so I asked him if he would call my boyfriend at work. I got to sit in “the chair” in front of a packed audience while he called my boyfriend who worked for a car dealership. My boyfriend had to put Jay on hold so for more than five minutes Jay and I “chatted” in front of everyone! He made some jokes and I remember looking out into the audience and seeing people laughing. It was a cool feeling. He did talk to my boyfriend and disguised his voice and then eventually told him who he was.
