Living in Los Angeles, you probably think that I see a lot of celebrities on a daily basis. Good thing I don’t, or I’d be even more tired of this place than I already am. But sometimes I see someone, so I thought I’d write about it.
Sometime in middle school, I think it was actually my birthday, my friends and I were at Souplantation in Pasadena, and my friend Zoe got really excited because 10 feet away, eating at the very same Souplantation as us was SOME GUY FROM 7TH HEAVEN! As far as I can remember, he played a friend of the older brother who had a drug problem and eventually got written off the show pursuant to that. Or maybe I just thought he looked like he had been doing drugs when we saw him in Souplantation. Either way, we got a picture with him, but I don’t have that anymore and thank God. Nobody needs pictures of 13 year old me.
One time, I was in the lobby of the building that I work in, and I saw Dulé Hill, but instead of my brain being like ‘Hey, it’s that guy from Psyche!” it was all “Hey, it’s someone you know, say hi!” So, before I could stop myself, I smiled and waved at Dulé Hill like I knew him, when I clearly did not. The best part of this story might be where he smiled and waved back, before either of us realized that neither of us knew each other. I’d like to think that the realization dawned on both of us at the same time because we both got sheepish looks on our faces at about the same time. But that could have just been him being embarrassed for me. What a thoughtful person.
A couple of years ago, I was at the Whole Foods near my grandma’s house and I saw John C. Riley. Again, my retarded brain was like “you know him…” but in a much less enthusiastic way than in the Dulé Hill incident. So I kept looking at him, trying to remember where I know this guy from.. is he one of my friend’s dads? Does he go to any of my meetings? No, no, no. Oh wait, it’s Mr. Cellophane! And I’ve been sort of following him around the whole foods with a weird look on my face for about 15 minutes. Great.
I do have to say that he is waaaaay hotter in person. Although that might just be my personal preference for men who are 7 feet tall and 4 feet wide.
The other day I was walking down the street with my friend Big Ben (of Dance Party fame), and I’m pretty sure we walked past Mark Ruffalo. All I can say is, his calves are amazing. So whoever that was, good on ya for well toned legs.