Friday, July 25, 2008

That's What I Get for Living Here

This week I was meeting someone at a coffeeshop and while waiting outside overheard this snippet of conversation:

Dude 1: Hey! Is that Garth?
Dude 2: I don't know.
Dude 1: I think it is!
Dude 2: Maaaaybe.
[Potential garth turns around]
Dude 2: Nope.
Dude 1: Shit!
Me: [rolls eyes]

I was later told the particular coffeeshop at hand is a popular celebrity-spotting zone. So now I'm torn because it is one of the few (the only?) coffeeshops open late in town. I can finally work late, but risk running into a gaggle of celebrity watchers or an actual celebrity. I don't know which would be worse, or if it's even worth it.


Anonymous said...

Heh. Garth still counts?

I sympathize in LA for a few years seems to impart a few things: hatred of LA itself, hatred of encountering (or rather, dealing with others encountering) celebrities.

On the bright side...maybe you'll get Conway Twitty's autograph?!!!


Josh (the oak) said...

Around here? You bet garth counts.

If I do bump into someone like Garth, I'm going to try and get him to sign my boobs.