Celebrity sightings (was) And *I* didn't meet...

[Wendy]

Iggy McSnurd wrote:
 
> Well, my first day running solo at my workstation, the third call 
I got was
> from Dan Fogelberg.  I spent the next 10 minutes after the call 
trying to
> figure out if it was really him.  Dave said that since he lived at 
a place
> called Coyote Ranch in Colorado, it most likely *was* him.  (As 
opposed to
> him living somewhere like Harlem in NY.)


Small world! I haven't met Dan Fogleberg, but my Aunt knows him - 
she went to school with him (high school, at least, maybe elementary 
as well). In Illinois.

And reading all these things, I keep remembering other interesting 
stories (well, I think they're interesting. You all may find them 
dead boring <G>). . . if so, then move along, move along . . . 
nothing to see here <G>.

My dad's name was Dennis St. John, same as the drummer (at one time 
anyway) for Neil Diamond. So we often got calls for the band, and 
for the drummer in particular. Sort of funny, but also annoying. And 
once we got a call from the "real" Dennis St. John, apologizing for 
all the other phone calls. I'm not sure if Neil himself ever called, 
though. 

Another celebrity encounter I had was with Goldie Hawn. She was at 
my high school filming a movie (don't remember which movie, but my 
HS was also the place they filmed the original "Grease." Before my 
time, though). Well, I didn't see her coming - she walked out of a 
door into the hall, and we crashed into one another. I gave her a 
look (attitude - hey, I was 15 <g>), and she gave me a look 
(attitude - hey, she's a movie star), and we sort of looked at each 
other, and then gave up on giving any *real* attitude, and both went 
in our separate directions. LOL. It seems I'm destined to *not* have 
nice encounters with celebrities. Except Alan. He was lovely. <sigh>

Oh. And I forgot to mention the most important celebrity sighting 
I've ever had - at least in relation to this group . . . I once saw 
JK Rowling at the John Lewis in Edinburgh. I was getting ready to 
try on some black velvet trousers - she was at the counter buying 
blouses. I looked at her, must have had some recognition in my face, 
because she looked sort of nervous, and looked away. It seemed 
obvious she didn't want to be bothered. So, I went on into the 
fitting room with my trousers. (Aren't I considerate - to refrain 
from chasing her through the store?). 

She probably guessed I was a fan, too - I was wearing my Gryffindor 
scarf (the nifty Marks and Sparks one I paid way too much for on 
eBay). Gah. Me and my scarf in John Lewis. She was probably 
terrified. <G>

Okay. Hopefully that's it for me and celebrity encounters. I can't 
really think of any others. Well, except for that time I met Johnny 
Depp in an elevator and he asked me to marry him . . . oh wait. That 
didn't actually happen . . . it was just a dream, wasn't it? 

Darn. <GGG>

Wendy