tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post115932969030673373..comments2008-12-09T12:52:10.451-08:00GIRL'S GONE CHILDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07130764109593048451noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1159559936318342072006-09-29T12:58:00.000-07:002006-09-29T12:58:00.000-07:00Very funny!<BR/>My star encounters are, let's just say, MUCH less frequent... But I once almost ran over Bebe Neuwerth, who jaywalked in front of my car and Meryl Streep once helped me pick out shoes for a wedding (long story). <BR/><BR/>Very funny about Malory!Karahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08051433364695879305noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1159492522234460812006-09-28T18:15:00.000-07:002006-09-28T18:15:00.000-07:00This is too fun.<BR/><BR/>The funniest celebrity experience I had was when I pissed of Micki Dolenz. I was working the cashier at Borders and he butted into a transaction, interrupting the lady I was helping. I asked him to please take his question to the information desk. Not a happy Monkey.<BR/><BR/>Oh well.Rock the Cradlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06476552972162497517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1159478337404409502006-09-28T14:18:00.000-07:002006-09-28T14:18:00.000-07:00I totally understand. You see these people in everyday circumstances (on your TV, at the movies), and when you see someone in person, it's just natural to say Hi, like you would when you see one of your friends. I had an encounter like that at Canter's with Mira Sorvino. She walked by where I was standing, and it just popped out. She was very nice, though-just smiled, said hi back. THEN it hit me who she was...Domestic Chickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464391259920737902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1159476979364503042006-09-28T13:56:00.000-07:002006-09-28T13:56:00.000-07:00OMG! That incident you had with Justine? I had the very SAME incident with the red-headed actress who used to be "On Living Color." You know, the one who doesn't get work anymore? <BR/><BR/>Yeah. She was NOT happy when I kept insisting we'd met before.MIMnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1159454444134289472006-09-28T07:40:00.000-07:002006-09-28T07:40:00.000-07:00Sounds like quite a world out there.<BR/><BR/>I feel so behind. I've never seen a celebrity. Unless you count that Mark guy from MTV's Road Rulz Real World Challenge.Andreahttp://littlebalddoctors.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1159417046732155222006-09-27T21:17:00.000-07:002006-09-27T21:17:00.000-07:00I just toggled between the Justine (was it Bateman?) pictures over and over in some weird internet double-take. Wow. It must be so surreal to see so many of these folks in your every day world.Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12465535795885692973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1159413722244688642006-09-27T20:22:00.000-07:002006-09-27T20:22:00.000-07:00BALL-GINA! Too funny! Was Kiefer speaking very softly or yelling emphatically-he only has two volumes. I have TWICE run up to celebrities and almost convinced them that we know each other...one was a news reporter: he looked uncomfortable and like he wanted to run away, and finally said, "You don't know me--I am on TV, okay???" That was a proud moment for me.<BR/>I just saw that dude from Mad TV--you know, he does John Madden impressions...he is a shrimp--but nice. When I saw him, I said hi to him like I knew him...once again, an impressive moment. Ooops.<BR/><BR/>I would like to see Tom Cruise, just so I could tower over him. That would be satisfying. (I am six feet tall). Love your blog. <BR/><BR/>Off topic--let me state the obvious--going from one child to two increases the work 100%.shaynapunamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09329248652304230288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1159410228488835162006-09-27T19:23:00.000-07:002006-09-27T19:23:00.000-07:00One time we were eating pie in Keo, Arkansas and we saw Mary Steamburger and Ted Danson with their family. I contemplated not telling my mom because I knew she would flip out. I did, and she did.tallgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14459235368464733306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1159409241820825482006-09-27T19:07:00.000-07:002006-09-27T19:07:00.000-07:00Oooh, I looove Debi Mazar! <BR/><BR/>I haven't experienced this confustion thing, although I imagine the setting has much to do with it. And I did feel slightly embarrassed the time I nearly walked right into Dr. Ruth with my mother...kittenpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1159409000149821062006-09-27T19:03:00.000-07:002006-09-27T19:03:00.000-07:00i saw Keifer at the W hotel in Union Square last week.<BR/><BR/><BR/>All i wanted to do was scream "WHY AREN'T YOU SAVING SOMEONE?!"<BR/><BR/>...but i held it together.<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>and ps: isn't keifer another word for goat's milk?Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15663723046451628228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1159406859457881562006-09-27T18:27:00.000-07:002006-09-27T18:27:00.000-07:00ball-gina...<BR/>I'm laughing so hard tears are running down my face.<BR/>tooo funny.<BR/>double funny that I saw a drunken Keifer at a booze can called the matador years ago.<BR/>wish I had noticed if he was wearing his hugo boss <BR/>ball- gina jeans..petite gourmandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14390555269928625967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1159405881645938452006-09-27T18:11:00.000-07:002006-09-27T18:11:00.000-07:00A couple months ago Chelsea Clinton was sitting next to me and hubz at a restaurant in NYC, and I came *this* close to asking her where I knew her from, because she looked so damn familiar but I couldn't place her face ... thankfully I kept my mouth shut and asked hubby when we left and he was like, duh, that was Chelsea Clinton and I was all, I'm so glad I didn't say anything to her. So I can so relate to your Justine Bateman story!MrsFortunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14970080006884444863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1159391586379034052006-09-27T14:13:00.000-07:002006-09-27T14:13:00.000-07:00I've never understood the star-reality-confusion, it always seemed improbable to me. But here you are, GGC, an intelligent and urbane woman, who's experienced it. Now I get it. I can imagine experiencing it.<BR/><BR/>Of course, I've seen big, fat fools like Tim Allen getting drunk and screaming at waitresses. No confusion there. But if I were to see Mariska Hargitay, for example, I'd be looking for her tattooed partner. <BR/><BR/>Writers are my rock stars. Sometimes I fantasize about certain hot, young male writers like Rick Moody and Jonathan Franzen. I can barely bring myself to imagine what it might be like to actually meet one of these guys.Emilyhttp://didntthinkidturnoutthisway.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1159387668812090302006-09-27T13:07:00.000-07:002006-09-27T13:07:00.000-07:00That's funny!<BR/><BR/>When my wife first moved out here she got pretty star-strucked especially when we would go to friend's parties in "the hills".<BR/><BR/>After awhile she caught on that most were just a bunch of @ssholes. Especially the "D" level ones.creative-Type Dad (Tony)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594687030412942701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1159386732088646882006-09-27T12:52:00.000-07:002006-09-27T12:52:00.000-07:00It is surreal living in L.A. sometimes, huh? I was at the mall one day. I was letting Caleb work out some of his hatred at me for taking him shopping by letting him climb around in the germ-infested play area. I start talking to the only other parent in a sea of nannies and realize, holy shit, I am having a conversation with Jay Mohr! Well if the 10 words we said to each other count as conversation.Shannonnoreply@blogger.com