Celebrity Sightings # 2-3

I must apologize to my fan out there (no that's not a typo, you read it correctly). I could claim that I have been swamped with this crazy roller coaster we call life, but then I don't want to lie to my fan. The truth is I just plain forget. Yes, I have tons to say, but it only comes out in small bursts. That's the only way it'll be really good. For the time being I'll give you this morsel and then return to my cynical yet hilarious observations. (that also is not a typo, I wrote hilarious on purpose)

And now for the second apology in this post. If I had been keeping up I would have posted this when they happened but even the most recent ones are bit far away. But this time I get to include a visual. Neat, huh?

It was a rainy day in January. (The 28th to be specific.) I along with two companions sloshed our way into a bookstore in a horrible city that will remain nameless. We can't make it to the second story of the building because it overflows with fans who were able to leave an hour earlier. Instead we were closed off from the stage, but the voice was loud and clear. Dave Barry had a new book to hock and we were among the sheep there ready to spend three times more money on a book we might not even read, but who cares, it's signed by the author. I had a backup plan. The one I bought was meant for my dad. I personally would never spend that much on a book. Not when there's used books stores and video rental type places that specialize in books. But as a gift, no amount is too much for my daddy.

We stood and listened to him reading excerpts from his book. It was good to hear it as it's meant to be read. That way it's as funny as he meant it to be. Or something. So after the reading is over and a vast majority of everyone else got their books signed, we went upstairs. I still am not sure why, but it's nerve-racking for me to come up with something clever if I ever get the chance to talk to a famous person. I found myself practicing in my head. It's kind of like when you meet the significant other's parents or best friend for the first time. Only this is more important. They can help me launch my career in entertainment if I don't blow it. I can handle the awkward holidays for the next fifty years, but this is a story I'll tell my children.

"Mom, why does Grandma leave every time we come over to Aunt Sarah's for Christmas?"
"Not now honey, I'm telling your brother the story of how Dana Carvey did the Sting dance just for mommy."(true story)

So it finally comes to me. I had met Harry Anderson many years ago. When I say met, I mean was in an elevator with and froze when he asked me what floor I was going to. My dad was there to answer. He also didn't realize who we were just standing next to. So when I get to the front of the line, I tell him that I got to meet his TV counter-part. He said that was cool and that how Harry Anderson was such a nice guy. I told him I was too star struck to really say anything to him, and he told me that if I had said anything, he would have been a nice guy. I believe him. We took a picture together and parted ways. (The picture in question can be seen below. The faces have been digitally altered to protect the innocent, but I the giant blue font tells it all.) I doubt I made a huge impression but I'll let your know if some agency wants to sign me because they heard from Dave Barry about my rapist wit (Dumb and Dumber fans will be laughing here).

So Dave Barry is sighting # 2. Number 3 is a pushing it for an entertainment web log. He is a celebrity and has been in a few commercials. I guess you could consider the Super Bowl to be entertaining. I know it's one of the most watched events during the year and all, but I think more people focus on accidental boob sightings instead of gridiron glory.

In any case, I'm sitting on a plane with my dad in Salt Lake City about to take off for Arizona. We've just enjoyed two cold days in Denver and it was now time to enjoy the 85 degree heat that Scottsdale has to offer. I look up at the guy who I assumed was holding up takeoff because everyone else was on the damn plane already. Why are you taking your sweet ass time? I laugh with my dad because we hade been making fun of people with those ear clip phones. We said we should be walking around with a pencil behind our ears and just start talking into it. Five bucks says no one would question it in an airport. (That's what my dad and I do in airports to pass the time. We make fun of the newest technology. The last time the big thing was palm pilots so I told him I would buy him a calculator with the giant buttons and a magic marker. Before that we couldn't figure out why people stand next to the payphones while they talked on their cell phone. I just assume being next to a payphone get you better reception.)

So this guy walks in with the phone clipped on one ear and a pen in the other. It's was amusing. So I watch him put his cup of coffee (or what I assumed was coffee) into the over head compartment and was hoping that 1) he remembers to take it back out again and 2) that wasn't where I put my stuff in case it gets knocked over in the time he takes off his jacket and sits down. After a few minutes after he sits down I see he's talking to the guy in the seat behind him. Wait they didn't come together. And he's signing a card. Weird. I was just a little annoyed and not paying attention at the time because on the flight from Denver to Salt Lake City a mother asked to switch places with my Dad so she could sit with her little girl. The girl was crying, fussy, and decided to use my arm as a headrest for half of the flight. There's only so far you can inch over before you have no where else to go. She kept touching me with her feet. Yes, I sound like a child, but the mother should have kept her kid off me. That's just basic public etiquette.

I was just happy to be leaving Salt Lake City because the child population seemed to be three times the population in Denver. Well, it was Mormon country after all. Wait, Mormons. Was that Steve Young? I was sitting in 15F and he was in 16B. It was hard to tell being across the way and all but it could be. I mentioned it to my dad and he had the same thought I did: What was he doing in coach? But he got on the plane last so that was something of a perk. I had to find out.

Do I ask him or is that rude? It didn't matter because he was off the plane and had all carry ons so he bolted out. I hate living with questions, so I decided to ask the guy sitting behind him. While we were getting our luggage I asked and he said it was him. Problem solved. I did take pictures of the Grand Canyon on that flight. Now I can say and if this shot was taken 180 degrees in the other direction, you would see Steve Young. (For the sake of the dignity of this web log, I'll will not include the picture on this post.)

I idolized Steve Young when I was in the sixth grade. Now he's just the guy in those car commercials. But nonetheless, he is celebrity sighting #3. Oh, when I told my boyfriend, I asked him to guess which famous Mormon was on my flight. After guessing Brigham Young, he got it right.