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     Tom Reingold Supporter Username: Noglider Post Number: 5569 Registered: 1-2003  |
Hidden under cobwebs in the dungeons of my memory. | ||
| Dave Moderator Username: Dave Post Number: 5312 Registered: 4-1998  |
I met Anton Chekov last year at the Union Squre B&N. http://www.improveverywhere.com/mission_view.php?mission_id=38 | ||
| Hank Zona Citizen Username: Hankzona Post Number: 2039 Registered: 3-2002 |
back in the early 80s, a caterer I did some work for asked if I would bartend a private party for some businessman who was an agent of sorts for Steven Seagal. Steven and his wife, Kelly LeBrock, would be there along with one of those Corey actors (cant remember which one..Feldman or some other). Interestingly, the host is the guy who Seagal recently testified against in some mob and fraud trial...the wise guy looking people at the party and the multiple cases of Dom Perignon were a giveaway. So there is Steven, doing his exercises on the lawn then trying to impress everyone wearing his little grape smuggler and doing fancy dives into the pool. Kelly, with a baby in tow, looked incredibly bored. She walked over to the bar and politely asked for an Evian. She was really attractive and really pleasant (she had to be bored). She started making smalltalk and was very nice and friendly. Next thing I know though, Steven and his grape smuggler are in front of us at the bar and he not so casually takes her by the arm and walks her away. The only other recollection I have of the party was drinking Dom on a break with the Corey guy while watching the Celtics-Suns playoff game on some big screen TV thing. | ||
| Joe Citizen Username: Gonets Post Number: 702 Registered: 2-2004 |
You should have told Steve, "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful." | ||
| wharfrat Citizen Username: Wharfrat Post Number: 1596 Registered: 6-2001 |
Joe- Isn't that what your cat told my dog?  | ||
| Lydia Supporter Username: Lydial Post Number: 934 Registered: 5-2001 |
When I lived in Chicago my boyfriend's brother called us and asked us to show a friend of his around the city while he was taking an improv workshop. We were 99% unemployed and it sounded like we'd get free soup out of the deal, so we were game. His name was Bud, and he was a petite shy man with a beard. He tagged along and seemed content to accompany us on our days that were all about nothing and gently suggest twists to our routine. Bud came up with day-long themes for us to follow -- one day we were supposed to choose "loaves" or "fishes" and pursue one or the other and share our day's explorations and discoveries over dinner. Bud was quiet but when he spoke it was worth waiting for. His last night in town, we took Bud to an improv set at Second City. The actors asked for suggestions of favorite movies from the audience and a nearby table shouted, "Harold and Maude!" Bud turned to me and whispered "Did you do that for me?" I didn't know what he was talking about. He said "I was Harold!" Turns out "Bud" was Bud Cort who played Harold in Harold and Maude - one of my boyfriend and my favorite weird movies. WIth his beard and some aging we hadn't put it together. It's still a sweet memory for me. We enjoyed his company and it was better that we didn't know who he was until he left. | ||
| entertainer Citizen Username: Entertainer Post Number: 298 Registered: 11-2001 |
I just said hello to Dionne Warwick at the Wachovia Bank on SO Ave this morning. Second time I've run into her there. | ||
| Cato Nova Citizen Username: Cato_nova Post Number: 498 Registered: 12-2003 |
Celebrities you have met is not the same as ploinking. Jeez. Get a life. | ||
| Tom Reingold Supporter Username: Noglider Post Number: 5585 Registered: 1-2003 |
But my dear, we still don't know which celebrities you have ploinked, met, or even caught sight of. | ||
| wendy Supporter Username: Wendy Post Number: 566 Registered: 5-2001 |
And the "Jeez. Get a life" statement - even if this thread starter wanted something a bit more intimate disclosed (me, I love where it's gone) is starting to sound like Soap Box material (a place that is definitely not as comfy as the lovely Virtual Cafe). So..... I haven't f....ed anyone famous Cato. Have you? If so pray tell. If not thanks for starting what has turned out to be a very fun to read thread. Even though I do have a life thank you. | ||
| Lydia Supporter Username: Lydial Post Number: 937 Registered: 5-2001 |
Cato, "met" is fun to read about - "ploinked" (or boinked as we used to call it - you kids today) is a tad tawdry to post about. One day I'll tell the story of Clara Pellar and the love that dare not speak it's name. Yes, I know where the beef is and if that's oh-so-wrong than I don't want to be right. | ||
| wendy Supporter Username: Wendy Post Number: 567 Registered: 5-2001 |
Lydia please tell the story of Clara sometime before the thread is assigned to the Attic abyss. I loved your Bud Cort story, btw. But was it your table or a neighboring table who shouted out "Harold and Maude?" - also one of my favorite films for a while. Getting back to my original post when I mentioned I saw Julie Christie and Warren Beatty(sp?). I came in early to my waitress shift and someone pointed out the two of them sitting together - they of course were going out at the time. Warren had just come out with Bonnie and Clyde, not a movie that thrilled me. But Julie. She of "Darling" my all time favorite movie for several years running. I don't ever disturb actors except when it seems appropriate (i.e., they're not chewing or fighting or kissing) and only to tell them how much I've enjoyed them in whatever I have seen them in. So I marched right up to her (completely ignoring Clyde) and told her how much I enjoyed her in "Darling." As most of these encounters go, she was gracious and seemingly enjoyed the compliment and the small bit of attention since it didn't become intrusive. | ||
| Lydia Supporter Username: Lydial Post Number: 938 Registered: 5-2001 |
Wendy - it was a table of strangers - that was what made it so cool - we had no idea who "Bud" was. After Bud left a friend or ours told us that he lived with Chaplin in the last years of Chaplin's life. It was good we didn't know who he was because we would have been peppering him with questions instead of learning from him. | ||
| Bill P Citizen Username: Mrincredible Post Number: 62 Registered: 1-2005  |
LilLB - You couldn't have gone to high school with Christine Tucci. Because I went to high school with Christine Tucci. And I don't remember anyone named LilLB. Go Indians! (Or did they change the name?)} | ||
| Pippi Supporter Username: Pippi Post Number: 691 Registered: 8-2003  |
After living in NYC for almost 8 years, I've had my share of brushes with fame. Too many to list or recall. Two of the most memorable: One night while out at the China Club with some friends, we see Bruce Willis with a couple of big bodyguard types. Since I am female and a smile gets you everywhere, I manage to maneuver my way over, saunter right up to Bruce and say: "I bet you hear this all the time, but you know you look a lot like Bruce Willis?" I got a big laugh for that one. My other great brush was more like a slap than a brush: the production company I work for used to rent space in a sound stage in Chelsea. A very well known casting agent also had offices there, and there were always well known actors in and out for auditions. In addition, feature films also shot interior scenes there so I've seen some great directors and actors. I had a good relationship with the receptionist who used to call me down to the lobby whenever anyone interesting was nearby. She called me down one day when Charlize Theron needed to bum a cigarette off someone. She also called me down one day when Denzel Washington was in a car outside, about to come into the building. I go running down to the lobby and proceed to stand around looking busy when he walks in. He hits the button for the elevator, I say good by to TiTi, the receptionist and get into the elvator with him. My office was only on the second floor, so we didn't have time to get into conversation. The door opens, I step out, take a few steps and then glance back over my should for one more peak at this fine man and great actor.... Just before the elevator door closes, I turn back around and walk face first into a huge metal pillar. I heard him laughing as the doors close...it may be the single most embarrassing moment of my life! | ||
| Cato Nova Citizen Username: Cato_nova Post Number: 500 Registered: 12-2003 |
Hey, I did refer to a celebrity I ploinked, or at least a daughter of a celebrity. So don't accuse me of holding out. | ||
| tulip Citizen Username: Braveheart Post Number: 2039 Registered: 3-2004 |
OK. It was warm, Vermont, 1969. I was choosing my courses for the fall. I went to see Bernard Malamud (The Natural, The Fixer, etc. etc) and...being a kid and a jerk, and a modern dancer, I wasn't wearing shoes. He said, "Young lady, go back to your room and put your shoes on before you speak to me!!" I left, and never looked, or went, back. | ||
| tulip Citizen Username: Braveheart Post Number: 2047 Registered: 3-2004 |
My cousin, Philippe Halsmann, had an interesting life. Out mountain hiking with his family in Austria, he suffered a tragedy that ended in his being accused of patricide. He was subjected to a horrible trial in Austria, during which they took out the head of his father to place before him, to try to get him to "confess." They also forced him to be interviewed by Freud, who asserted he was not suffering from an Oedipal Complex. Freud, Einstein and others contacted by his sister, Luba, arranged for the young man to be released from pre-wwII Austria where he was "cause celebre" among students, and in the Austrian papers was "the Jew who killed his father." Ultimately, Einstein reached Mrs. Roosevelt, on changing the quota allowing only a few Latvians (his native country) into the US per year. So, Philippe came to America, and began taking photos with a special camera he developed that made very sharp and clear pictures. He went on to take pictures of Marilyn Monroe, Winston Churchill (the famous one with his back to the camera, sitting, looking across the British countryside, was Philippe's picture); royalty, celebrities of all shapes and sizes. You can see them jumping in his "Jump Book" and other photography collections. He wrote a children's book, Piccoli, which he gave to my sister and to me, and he took our pictures during our childhood, in great poses, which we still have (not the poses, the pictures, of course.) He worked with Salvador Dali, and took the famous picture of the flying water and cats, with Dali. He was a success, and took many pictures that became covers of Life Magazine, but he was always haunted by the events of his early life. Well, anything you want to know about celebrities of the forties, fifties and sixties would be in his Jump Book, about how some of them thought the idea of jumping for the camera was quite silly, but went ahead anyway. | ||
| tulip Citizen Username: Braveheart Post Number: 2053 Registered: 3-2004 |
My cousin, Ernestine Gaines, was Taula in the 1926 silent movie Aloma of the South Seas produced by Paramount Pictures. My mother used to talk about her experience as a little girl, seeing a dark man in an all-white suit who came to their apartment to woo her cousin, Ernie. | ||
| Ukealalio Citizen Username: Ukealalio Post Number: 1848 Registered: 6-2003 |
I thought Bud Cort lived at Groucho Marx's house not Chaplin's. |
