it seems as if that is what rusty and i did today…all day, actually. it seems that most of the places we went today, we ran into someone famous. at breakfast, it was christopher walken. as rusty and i were waiting on breakfast–for over an hour actually, and after the table beside us (who had been seated about 20 minutes after us) got their food–i saw him walking by. this unidentified him that i somehow knew was famous, but had no idea who he was, what his name was, or where i had seen him. rusty turned around and identified him, meanwhile, i remained clueless as to how i knew of him. apparently, he’s a big deal…
while shopping at the grove, i rushed over to rusty to show him someone else…famous. once again, i didn’t know who she was, nor where i knew her, but i just knew she was famous. neither i nor rusty could recall her name but, just so you know, she’s famous.
as we were walking to the parking structure to leave the grove, i spotted him–silver sunglasses, on his cell phone. “there’s the tool man,” i told rusty. and there he was, tim allen.
amazingly, i had spotted all three…only one of which i actually knew the name and where i knew him from. but i am getting better at this celeb stuff. i’m quite proud of myself, in case you just couldn’t tell…
we headed to santa monica, to check out the pier and then on to venice. in between our stop in santa monica and venice, we saw a large white tent with photographers outside. the white tent boasted “film independent’s spirit awards.” rusty and i thought we should go take a look…you never know. on the walk down to the tent, i remarked, “i bet this is going to be a total bust,” to which rusty agreed. but a bust it was not. in fact, it was quite the opposite. tons of sitings. tons of pics. tons of celebs walking out of the tent, awaiting their car.
phillip seymour hoffman.
and i’m sure a bunch of other people we (mainly rusty) and the other paparazzi-wannabes/celeb stalkers didn’t recognize or give a shout out to.
yeah, not a bust at all.