“A Perfect Day for Bananapenis.”
I once shared an elevator with Isaac Asimov at an SF con in 1980.
I waited in line for the ladies room right behind Julianne Moore.
I ran into Bruce Campbell outside a Hotel Lobby when we were waiting for the valet to get our vehicles.
In the far distant past, a gang of us were in The Kitchen, which at that time was a brand new hip and trendy Dublin nightclub.
While I was getting drinks at the bar, some feller in a big hat and sunglasses asked me what I thought of the place.
I told him I wasn’t too impressed, it was all dry ice and dark corners and wildly expensive drinks and the music was crap.
He said he was the owner, so I said
“Ooooh, sorry! No offence, love!”
When I got back to the table EVERYONE had recognised him and asked what I was talking to Bono about.
I was in a restaurant with a gay guy who is absolutely obsessed with composer Jim Steinman (or Jim Stein-god, as he calls him). He went to use the men’s room, and guess who was in there?
The guy came back to the table almost in a dead faint.
Several years ago, I was at Six Flags Over Georgia and was shopping for knick-knacks (aka sucking up the air conditioning) at the shop right at the Great American Scream Machine. Suddenly the place was filled with loud, happy kids. I’m making my way out and this sweet man holds the door open for me- and he had really beaten hands with band-aids. He said he was sorry the kids were so loud. I smiled and looked up at him. He was HUGE - at least a foot taller than me. I said the kids were no trouble, and I was sorry that he had hurt his hand. At which, he holds them both out for me to see, and smiles and says it’s an occupational hazard. Then I recognized him.
Evander Holyfield - and he had brought a gaggle of neighborhood kids to spend the day at Six Flags.
I shagged Jennifer Aniston.
(This is a total lie.)
Hey, J.D. Salinger’s space penis can write upside down.
As for my famous meeting, Ron Santo (Chicago Cubs) would probably be it. I’ve seen AFL (Australian Rules Footy) footballers out at the pubs. A mate of mind is a prac teacher and teaches a few of them. I think there’s someone else, but I can’t remember at the moment… it’ll come to me after I click “Submit Reply”.
I stood next to Roger Moore in a bar in Spain, had no idea it was him until I was told later.
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Alice Cooper shops at an outlet mall? I think a tiny part of me just died.
I am green with envy.
I worked at a printshop that did some work for Berke (Bloom County) Breathed and his wife. Really nice guy, never drove the same vehicle there twice. This was in the mid/late 80’s when he was a lot more well known than he is now.
I watched as a lady polished Patric Roy’s (Wah…as in Colorado Avalanche) shoes…which was odd as the REST of him was really shabbily dressed.
:eek: YOU LUCKY BASTARD! He’s soooooooooo cool!! And oddly yummy… 
Did you speak to him or him to you?? I met Robert Trebor once (of “XENA” fame) but I was standing in line on purpose. I have met the Rock (WWF), as well. He came up to my table and asked me how tall I was (6’1" girlie here :D) so I got a photo with him and his pals. I also got to meet Tool through a Dj pal (Maynard IS that ugly in person :p). Am I name dropping?? OOPS, sorry. Still, you are a lucky sod, man.
Back in the eighties when Hacky Sacks first started becoming popular, I was at a store watching this man (with amazing toned legs) and his son play with one.
His son flipped to me, I went to kick it back to the father - he looked up and smiled a very familar smile to any Chicago sports fan.
I was playing Hacky Sack with Walter and Jarrett Payton.
My one and only brush with fame is seeing Stephen King on a Charleston, SC Harbor tour about 12 years ago. He was standing all by himself at the railing of the boat while everyone else in the boat was at the other end whispering, “Oh my God! Is that Stephen King?” Someone eventually approached him for an autograph and he obliged. I wasn’t brave enough to do that myself because he really looked as if he’d rather be left alone.
As soon as the boat docked, he was the first one off and disappeared quickly.
Why hasn’t anyone asked NCB for details?
Come on, spill the beans. You know you want to.
I think NoClueBoy found a suitcase full of Shania’s bums at the airport.
Said hello to him in a very casual manner, and he politely replied back. His vehicle showed up, and he got in and left.
The main thing I remember about seeing him was he was talking to some people and hotel staff, and was really complementing the service at the hotel.
Another person I’ve met is the guy who played Leatherface in Texas chainsaw massacre. Apparently there was a convention going on that weekend. I met him in a bar, and a buddy of mine whispered in my ear who I was sitting next to (we were all sharing a table). With him was the director of the film, along with a few other people who had a hand in making the movie. Unfortunately I was very drunk at this point and not all that coherent; all I remember is the Leatherface guy was a pretty big guy in real life, looked like a trucker/lumberjack. Kane Hodder (Jason from Friday the 13th) is also a pretty big (but normal looking) guy.
My one and only brush with fame is seeing Stephen King on a Charleston, SC Harbor tour about 12 years ago. He was standing all by himself at the railing of the boat while everyone else in the boat was at the other end whispering, “Oh my God! Is that Stephen King?” Someone eventually approached him for an autograph and he obliged. I wasn’t brave enough to do that myself because he really looked as if he’d rather be left alone.
As soon as the boat docked, he was the first one off and disappeared quickly.