There are a whole lot of blogs on the interweb. A lot of them are crap. (Not this one. Don’t you dare say this one. I will internet cut you if you do.) Among my new favorite finds is What She Said, mostly because I love the way Kristin writes, and because I think she may be me in a parallel universe (She lives in West Virginia, which is just far enough away from here to be another world.) So, I’m stealing her blog post idea of celebrity encounter stories, but I’m not technically going to call it stealing, because if you are the same person, you can’t steal from yourself. (I rule at blog post larceny justification and run on sentences.)
Thus, I give you my Stalker Sarah experiences, in no particular order.
In 2005, John and I saw Michael Imperioli standing on the street outside of a school in TriBeCa, waiting on what we assumed were his children. We’ll never know for sure, because we were too chicken to do anything besides loudly whisper to each other, “It’s Chrissy! Holy $#*^! It’s Chrissy!” while he ignored us from ten feet away.
On a separate trip to NYC, we passed Jonathan Rhys Meyers at La Esquina. He was leaving as we were coming in, and I noticed that I was passing a man in the skinny hallway by coat check, but I was too busy judging some girl’s dubious skirt choice who walking in front of me to see him. John has never let me live it down that he looked Mr. Can’t Control Himself In Airports in the eye and I didn’t even notice him.
I once saw LL Cool J at the mall when I was in college. He and his wife left out of the service entrance of bebe before I could accost him. His loss, fo’ sho.
Last summer we went to Atlanta to celebrate a friend’s fortieth birthday, and attended a Braves game. By chance, one of the friends with us has a brother-in-law who plays keyboards for the B-52s, and the B-52s happened to be playing a concert after the baseball game that night. Because of that connection, we were allowed up into the box where the band watched the game prior to their show. By the time we arrived, all of the band members except for Fred Schneider had left the box. I was introduced to Fred, and I promptly shrieked about how “TICKLED I AM TO MEET YOU!” Oddly, he was not as excited to meet me as I was to meet him. Time was short, so I didn’t get to tell him about how I went to UGA and we *must* have so much in common since we lived in Athens 20 years apart.
A few weeks later, due to the same people with the musical family connections, we attended a Guster and Jack’s Mannequin concert, and hung out on the Jack’s Mannequin tour bus after the show. They were so kind, and out of the seven of us, I was the only one who was familiar with either band. So I loved it, and may or may not (definitely did) have developed a high timbre to my voice and giggled incessantly.
I also met Ric Flair last summer while we were waiting to eat at The Cowfish. No matter what you have to say about the Nature Boy and his less than stellar life choices, it was still exciting to meet him, and he was so, so nice. He did appear to be at the bar with a hooker, though, so I washed my hands after I shook his.
In what will only be exciting to Georgia fans, last week at Charlotte’s UGA Day we met football Coach Mark Richt and basketball Coach Mark Fox. We only had a football to sign, so we asked that Coach Fox sign it as well. I’m still trying to decide if this was a huge faux pas in the sporting world.
What about you? I’d love to hear your celebrity encounters, and to see your pictures. Please tell me about them in the comments section, or shoot me an email at SparkReviews at gmail dot com, and I’ll potentially feature them soon.
P.S. For Charlotte area celebrity stalking, be sure to follow @CelebsinCLT for loads of fun information.