Thursday, April 20, 2006
L.A. Story a.k.a. The Post Where I Get Name-dropping Out of my System.
Hyperion's blog a while back on Inside the Actor's Studio brought up an old memory of a former acting instructor Nina Foch, who was not only an excellent teacher, but was married at one time to James Lipton (host of Inside the Actor's Studio). Upon hearing this, the entire class' level of respect for her grew - not due to the connection but due to the 'holy crap - you put up with that blowhard?' aspect.
Nina was in An American in Paris with Gene Kelly. She told me once in confidence that he was a hottie. Like I needed her to point that out. I have eyes, woman!
Which round-about-ishly brings me to my topic - odd celebrity/actor sightings in L.A. This is the type of town where you can literally run into Christopher Walken on the street. Or you can do like I did and embarass yourself staring at him in the Good Earth Restraunt.
Randomly, I helped Michelle Pfeiffer sponge off her shirt when someone spilled coffee on it. Arnold and Maria Schwarzenegger talked to me for a few minutes about clocks. Talked to Jack Nicholson. Chatted with Chris O'Donnell about his shoes - have a great photo of us from a movie with me in a wedding dress, him in a tux. Looks like we're getting married. Dylan McDermot said Hi. Chatted with some playboy centerfolds at the 'oddest christmas party on earth' and felt really insecure. Met 'Russo the crazy French lady' Mira Furlan from LOST at a birthday party - kept thinking 'I know you from somewhere' and then der - after she left it all came back. sigh. At least it saved me from zoning about Lost while we were talking.
My most infamous encounter was when I tried to flirt with Dennis Quaid. I clearly was mildly drunk, since I did not realize it was Dennis Quaid at the time. He dissed me. I was hurt, but it's understandable. He's Dennis Quaid. But he is first on my list to shiv in the shower if we're ever in prison together.
Saw a ton of celebs, but I really only count those that I SPOKE to. For some reason that seems more real. Yeah, if you're a stalker.
I had a friend who once sat next to Madonna in a Malibu restraunt. He had the balls to ask her what she did for a living. She says 'I'm a singer'. He says 'How's that working out for you?'. He was an ass like that.
But this same guy flipped out when we saw Annette Bening in a Starbucks. You never know...
I had a different friend who sat next to Quentin Tarantino at a coffee shop. Without knowing who he was, upon hearing he's a screenwriter, she says bitterly 'Well, good luck with that'. She was kinda silly like that.
At least I just stared at Christopher Walken. And I didn't stare at Rachel Bilson. I just said 'Rachel Bilson is here?' really loud. She was right behind me.
Robert Wagner is going to attend this wedding I'm going to this year (shout out to Kristen! for cool factor.) I promise I won't hit on him. He's no Dennis Quaid.