Wednesday, March 18, 2009
So the other day, I was out with the boys and in walks David Cook of American Idol fame.
Not surprisingly, two of my "Guy Night" companions recognized him instantly ... giddy with manly excitement. One suggests we go out for a smoke ... just so we could slyly walk by and check him out. Once in the crisp night air the debate begins .... Do we approach him?
"Why not! I say" - brave with a cigarette dangling from my mouth and a tummy full of scotch. I kinda wanted to see if he wanted MY autograph. (My imaginary RockBand group has gotten some serious imaginary international recognition, after all.)
Now, I'm no Idol-head, but there's something kind of neat about running into someone famous ... so you can make them incredibly uncomfortable. And they kinda HAVE to take your crap ... wouldn't want "the fans" to think they're a douche.
So we say "hi". I make some jokes... he was sitting with his drummer (drummers are awesome). I asked if he put the auditioning band members through "Hollywood week." And if when Cook thinks they play like crap he accosts them with a British accent.
Not sure that Cook found all that funny ... I could swear he gave a frightened shudder as if remembering a bad dream.
Anyway, I would have come off a lot cooler if when I told the drummer:
"I have a lot of respect for drummers and am trying to learn to play," Firsty didn't chime in with:
"Yeah, she plays a lot of RockBand, so she thinks she's a real drummer."
Not cool Firsty. Not cool.
Anyway, for being a suburban area, we certainly get a lot of celebs passing through and even settling down. I've also run into Meryl Streep, Chris Cooper, Michelle Williams, Matthew Modine and Marissa Tomei.
Who have you seen?