Okay. So I doubt anyone will find this as interesting as I do, but! But! It is terribly important. To me. To document. The HISTORY. And the SHAME. The burning, white-hot SHAME.
So please indulge me while I detail this past weekend in MamaPop celebrity sightings…
1) First, I saw Luke Wilson hanging out in a corner booth inside the Hotel San Jose. His hair is longish now, and lo, he is a fine, fine-looking man. Cameras do not do him justice, for he is fine. Fiiiine.
I would have looked at him longer, but I was on my way to the bathroom and only had time for one of those casual-yet-obvious side glances, and I SWEAR we made eye contact for a second, then I sort of tripped on my shoe and shuffled off, glancing back to cast an accusatory glare at that fucking floor, which jumped up out of NOWHERE AND TRIPPED ME.
2) There is only one bathroom at the Hotel San Jose, so while I was waiting for my turn, Alan Cumming came up to wait behind me. I said, “Hey!” And he said, “Hey.” Clearly impressed with my witty repartie, he went on to ask if I was there for the film festival. At this point the conversation veered wildly off-course as I proceeded to go on and on about the Interactive conference and my panel and DEAR GOD I SAID THE WORD DIAPER DIARIST TO ALAN CUMMING AND TALKED ABOUT MY BLOG. (I did not at any point ask him why he was there, and later saw the flyer for his new film and felt like an asshole. I am as bad as that floor!)
And then, OH GOD, OH GOD, I mentally congratulated myself for being somewhat normal (where the HELL did I get that idea?) around the guy from Caberet and Romy & Michelle’s High School Reunion, that I finally just exploded with Nerd and told him I couldn’t pretend to be all cool about meeting him any longer and dove in for a hug. At this precise moment, the bathroom door opened and I announced that “I would go pee and then he could go pee,” just in case he was unclear on the concept or something.
So all in all, a pretty normal social encounter for me. Except that I totally set up my camera with the massive zoon lens on our table outside and snapped pictures:
Oh, and I was SO SMOOTH AND NONCHALANT ABOUT IT too:
Alan was really into the guy sitting next to him — super affectionate and sweet. It was kind of delightful to see.
3) On Sunday Paul Rudd walked RIGHT BY US and got onto an escalator while we all struggled to remember his name. Zoot remembered him as “Phoebe’s husband on Friends,” while Tracey remembered him from Anchorman, but I know him first and foremost from Clueless, a movie that shaped my young life in so many ways, and that helped me remember his name.
Yeah. It was pretty exciting, the way he rode that escalator. Yeah.
4) And finally, I recognized the Lonelygirl15 creators on the sidewalk after lunch and THANK GOD by this point I was starting to maybe get a grip around folks I admire, so I complimented their panel BEFORE launching into crazy fangirl mode. (Check out the photos here.)
But they were extrememly gracious and flattered that Tracey and I were such big LG15 fans, and I’m sorry but I totally sold y’all out and said that our MamaPop readers were also big into the show and hey! How about an interview?
So guess what! We’re going to interview the creators of the awesome and groundbreaking and insanely addictive Lonelygirl15 series. And in the interactive spirit of that show, let me ask you guys: what questions would you like to see them answer? What would you like to know?
Because lawd have mercy you know I cannot be trusted to assemble a coherant interview with these guys, especially if we hope to keep it above the discussion-of-bodily-functions level.TOP POSTS