I was sitting at the bar at the Red Rock Brewing Company in Salt Lake City waiting for my then-boyfriend to get off work when in walks John Prine with a bunch of his friends to have dinner.
I’m a huuuuuuuge John Prine fan and I about fell off my barstool, but no one else seemed to react. I walked over and asked him for his autograph and he very nicely obliged. No one else sitting at the bar had any clue who he was and couldn’t figure out why I was so excited.
I sent the autographed Red Rock coaster to my college friend, Alex, who had introduced me to Prine’s music.
After sharing dinner with a lovely lady where I consumed some equally lovely wine, my lady friend and I decided we wanted to visit the bookstore down the street before heading home.
We wandered throught the bookstore a while, and in my semi drunken blur I almost walked right smack into…
William Shatner. :eek:
Now, being a bit too young for original Star Trek ( I am purely Next Gen), I think of him as something of a joke. Me having been a bit drunk, he is hilarious. I busted up laughing and had to be dragged off by my lady friend, who scolded me because she is just too nice for her own good. Honestly, if you cant laugh at Will Shatner, who can you laugh at?
Just today at lunch I walked up to the counter at the local burger joint and realized I was waiting in line behind …
My high school sweetheart whom I haven’t seen in 15 years.
But I guess that’s not as impressive as the rest of this thread.
Oh, I met Lyle Lovett before. I worked in my department’s office in college. Lyle is a graduate in the same department (Journalism, Texas A&M University). He stopped by to visit one of our professors while he was in town for a concert.
I was eating at Threadgill’s in Austin when I realized the ring-leader at the large table next to us was Roger Clinton. Does that count?
It was at one of her concerts, a few years back. She went around the audience, shaking hands. She shook my hand as I reached around and felt her bottom. She smiled and moved on. Face to face with Shania while grabbing her ass. Let me tell you, up close, that is one good looking woman. I mean WOW.
The body gaurd (there were actually several, this is the one who interacted with me…) behind her put his hand on my chest and pushed me back. Being a slightly bigger than average guy, my body didn’t move back. So, he got right in my face and growled something. I smiled and made snappy/bitey motions at the little guy’s face as my GF pulled me back.
Everyone around me was trying to high five me, but the GF was genuinely worried I would get in trouble. I didn’t.
The next time I saw her (ST, not GF), she was carried around the arena on some sort of platform, barely being able to reach out and touch hands with the audience reaching out to touch her. I couldn’t grab her butt that time.
While Cervaise’s post was funny (as most of his are), I’m very grateful for your answer, NoClueBoy. No longer do I have to stay awake pondering the burning question “what does Shania’s ass feel like?” That’s some guts you got there, and I’m not talking about your beer belly.
Well, this isn’t that relevent unless you’re English like me, but I’ve served pints to about half the English Rugby Union team on and off. I used to work in a pub in Bath (massive Rugby town) and until a few years ago maybe the owner of the best rugby team in the country, hence plenty of England players. Jerry Guscott, Martin Johnson etc, either playing for Bath or visiting for matches against them. My old Rugby masters at school were both either current or ex-England players too, John Palmer and Andy Robinson (who is now second coach for England after Clive Woodward, and to boot a bloody hard task-master too - I pity the England players trained by him :)).
