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Originally posted by Atticus Grinch
I sat behind Jeroen Krabbé at Mass once. I shook his hand. (I considered not washing it, but my distracted use of the Holy Water font on the way out made this a moot point.) The Mass was also attended by a HUGELY recognizable A-list celeb couple, so for the first time in my life, I felt a tinge of sadness for character actors. I exchanged a knowing look with my new intimate, Mr. Krabbé, to let him know that I appreciated his work and wasn't wowed by the much brighter star power five pews up. Now, every time I tell this story I have to look up his name on IMDB --- and not just for spelling.
Anyone else weirdly proud of a minor celeb encounter? Bonus points if you peed on them, or were asked to.
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I went to a party at the house of
John Savage a few years ago with my boss, who got so drunk he could barely stand. Nevertheless he wanted to drive. When we found him, he was on his back in the front seat, trying to work the key into the ignition. Savage (who was entirely not drunk and playing the responsible host) and I got him to sit up, surrender the key, get out of the car, and get into the back seat. As we drove away, my boss was on his back in the back seat, muttering about how embarrassed he was to be so drunk in front of John Savage. "John Savage is telling me I can't drive. John Savage is taking the keys away from me."
I hadn't known who John Savage was until my boss told me on the way to the party.
