The object of the game is to post your own,
personal remote connections to B-list celebrities.
The further down the B-list and the sillier
the connection to your own life, the better.
C'mon! It'll be fun!
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For example:
The Lone Ranger's sister-in-law played in my mom's bridge club.
My brother-in-law once almost flew the plane on which Gorbachev
was a passenger.
James Taylor once cut in front of me in line at Zabar's to buy rock candy
for his much-younger girlfriend.
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Strive for obscure celebrities, remote connections, and inconsequential situations. Also, please post only factual lamedroppers.
(Honor system! If you cheat, you're only cheating yourself!)
One more from me:
In 1980, I told a joke to Joe Piscopo at a theme park.
Top that!
5 comments:
I once saw Telly Savalas shuffling across the lobby of a hotel in his pajamas. I mean, he was in the pajamas. The hotel wasn't. But it could've been.
In high school, Bruce Jenner told me I needed to "do lots of inverted push-ups" when I asked him how I could learn to pole vault.
I rode in an elevator with Harold Baines and Rudy Law. Rudy Law had a Heineken in each hand.
I helped Timothy Hutton load a drumset into his car.
I saw Elizabeth Taylor's eighth husband (that was Larry the construction worker, right?) going into the Hereford House.
I sat next to Ricky Jay at a bar. He's bloated, obscure, but he's always an A-list to me.
I forgot this, until I saw a piece in the NY TImes about "Maude." Some 25 years ago, I ran into Bill Macy, the guy who played Maude's emasculated husband, Walter, at a health food store in Calistoga, CA. Literally ran into him as he was coming out and I was going in. Said excuse me, and he looked annnoyed and just grunted.
jas p,
You're using amazing restraint in not using your A-list connections.
I, however, can co-opt yours, as follows:
The guy who used to sit by me at work wrote the speech that Debra Winger read when she introduced Bruce Springsteen at a benefit concert for Double Take Magazine.
m. the d.
P.S. Steve once hugged Robert Bly against his will.
In 1985 I danced with Boy George at a club in NYC.
When Joey Bishop visited my workplace, some of us were chosen to take him to dinner. At the end of the evening, Joey told me I was the worst-dressed girl he'd ever met.
One of my best friends boinked Don McLean.
Twice.
Don McLean: Dead or Canadian?
"[Joey Bishop] and the other members of the Rat Pack were banned from Marilyn Monroe's funeral by Joe DiMaggio." (iMdb)
Maybe he critiqued her, too.
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