Elbow Rubbing

I'm not a big celebrity watcher. Ignore my subscriptions to People, US, Entertainment Weekly, and Swank. In Kansas City, I think the statistic is something like you have more of a chance of dying of contracting Scurvy and being pecked to death by a Condor than seeing someone famous on the street. Paul Rudd excluded. I've run into a few here. I don't outwardly search for them, they come to me.

Richard Lewis:
Last Saturday, I was leaving an awesome exhibit at the Chelsea piers with Sarah, the rebel Art Director at Outdoor Life and Richard Lewis walked past us. It wasn't anything crazy. it was just funny because we were talking about seeing famous people on the street like ten minutes before. You may remember Richard as the confused Jewish guy on any show/movie he's ever been on. More specifically, from the much over looked and justafiably so TV series, "Anything But Love." He was Marty. One of the leads? You don't remember do you? That's okay, I had to look that up because I forgot, too. More recently, he's been on Curb Your Enthusiasm. A show where the actors are being themselves, which is bullshit because in real life Richard looked like the crypt keeper escorting a girl that the naive side of me says was his daughter and the other side of me says..... well.... fair play to you, Dick.

Elka:
I think it was like a month ago I think and I needed a friggin' hair cut. So, I go to this place around the corner from where I work. It's one of those walk in places, so I walked in a got in line. There's only two of us in line and I was standing there with my headphones on, iPod playing. I noticed that the girl behind the counter was done talking to the girl in front of me because she kinda leaned over and looked at me and said something. I didn't hear what she said because she did it so quick and I couldn't hear because of my iPod muffs. I assumed she was wondering what I wanted, so I answered. The problem was that I was trying to wrestle my earphones off, talk over the music, and communicate like a human. What came out of my mouth sounded like a drunken deaf person screaming, "I MEED MAH HAIRCUT." I know I was yelling because my headphones came off in the middle of the phrase and it was echoing off of the walls. Everyone in the place turned and looked at me, including the girl in front of me who turned out to be Elka from The Real World: Boston. I recognized her pretty quick because I always thought she was pretty cute. The girl behind the counter told me that the "stylist" that does guy's hair was booked for the rest of the day. Because the look on my was probably a mixture of shock/embarrassment and the fact that I had just blabbered something about "MAH HAIR" at a high volume, I figure that it was a good time to yell, "MANK YOU," and limp out of the store.

Beetle-Juice
Unfortunately, not Michael Keaton. That would be aweome. I'd make him be the retarded clone from Multiplicity and "It's aaaaaaaa wallet, Steve" Why? Because. I was playing pool at this dive bar by Wall Street. There's a large guy in a cowboy hat saying, "Hello, ladies." Behind him there are two, uh, smaller people. One of them was Beetle-Juice from the Howard Stern show. He gave me the "what's up" nod. I gave it back. That's it. Not a great story, but what did you want?

Another time, I thought I saw MJ23's brother. Turns out, it was an indian and I was on Peyote.

talk to you soon.