Can't sleep. Probably because all I've been doing since my gastro event last Friday IS sleep. And that's okay. I've got some follow up tests to do next month, but unless I'm greatly mistaken, things are looking pretty okay. Feelin' blessed, to be sure.
This post isn't really about Wordle, just did that to get your attention. LOL! Flexing my marketing skills. Trying to stay away from politics. If you're on Twitter, you've probably seen the tweets asking dumb questions. I don't ever answer them, I figure that somehow they're fishing for something and I'm not bright enough to know what. So, I thought I would answer some of them here to amuse myself.
Who is the most famous person you've met? Depends.
In the political arena, VP Fritz Mondale (spilled potato salad on his foot at Debbi's high school graduation). Awkward. I will never understand why they chose to use paper plates at such a ritzy reception, but be that as it may, yep. Reached out to shake his hand when Mom introduced me and there it went. My mother wanted to die, I'm quite certain. Fritz took it well though. Laughed it off. The Secret Service - not so much. It's probably the first time they were ever confronted with terrorism by mayonnaise. Completely unprepared they were for this.
In the entertainment arena, quite a few. But perhaps the one most asked about is Oprah. Yeah, not a great experience. When I was in my last semester at Towson, I had the opportunity to intern at Baltimore's Channel 13. It was amazing. Jerry Turner and Al Sanders were there, Marty Bass. And Ope. She was new. Pretty much right out of the box. She did features and co-hosted People are Talking with Richard Sher. Let me say upfront that I think that Oprah Winfrey has accomplished more than most could in a normal lifetime. It's quite true that she came from nothing and built an empire. It's also quite true that she worked her ass off. She has EARNED everything she has. No beefs with that at all. The personal Oprah that I knew was, however, imperious and demanding, and most of all ... overly dramatic. And, she was mean to the underlings. She also struggled with emotional issues - up one day, down the next. No judgment on this from me, for sure. But she is human. I didn't like her then, and she's done nothing over the years to change that opinion. She is one driven individual. Don't get in her way.
The BEST meeting of an entertainment celebrity for me was, hands down, Kris Kristofferson. (The Bangles charting #2 and Alice Cooper #3) Kim Armistead and I headed down to see Kris in a small club in Virginia. He announced right off that he was only going to do his songs, none of that "commercial crap." I assume he meant the songs from A Star is Born (and yes, there was a movie before Gaga). I would have sold my kidneys to meet him. Kim and I used to call ourselves The Bitch Brigade. So named because we took on a pre-school teacher who had insulted my child. I think she lost her job. There's a lesson in this: don't fake your credentials. So there is power in this couple, trust me. Anyway, after the show, Kim joined one of the roadies she'd met to see if we could get backstage, while I hedged my bets by heading to the parking lot to hijack the tour bus. Unfortunately, as is often the case with me, I am more like a whale in a china shop than anything else, and I didn't see an enormous pothole that lay in wait for me. Down I went. Now, it's important to understand that I was dressed as any early 90s Mom would be dressed. In yellow leggings and matching tunic. I looked like an overweight bumble bee. The leggings didn't take the fall well, and ripped down one knee, exposing my bleeding shin. The ONLY thing I was grateful for was that no one had seen me.
About that time, Kim bursts out the door and is yelling at me to get up off the ground (she never even inquired as to why I was there. My friends are used to this behavior). She had managed to get us backstage. Just. Wonderful. I'm gonna meet the sexiest man on earth in ripped up yellow leggings and bleeding knees. Of course. Could it have worked out differently? Sure. I could have broken my legs.
So, I follow Kim sheepishly into the venue and we're escorted through a curtain into a good sized room with refreshments, etc. And there, THERE was Kris Kristofferson. Dressed head to toe in black. I was speechless. And he walked over to us. I can't even imagine what we looked like. Me dressed like a bumble bee holding one of his album covers (oh the groupie in me) and Kim searching through her bag to find something to get signed and weakly producing only a Giant grocery receipt. The things we do.
For almost an hour we stood and talked with Kris. Just us. It was unbelievable. We talked Barbra Streisand (she did indeed scratch him in the sex scene in A Star is Born), we talked Nashville. He opened his wallet and showed us pictures of his kids. It was unbelievable. He is one of the kindest people I've EVER met in my life. As we were leaving, he asked if me if I wanted him to autograph the album cover. I'd forgotten all about it. I told him I did. And he asked me what he wanted me to write. I figured "would you marry me" was out. In the end, I opted for him to address the autograph to my good friend (and guardian angel in life), Zoa Ann. She and I had obsessed over Kris for years, and had gone to see him and Rita at Merriweather Post. I missed an opportunity to have it for myself, but honestly? OMG. I was touching Kristofferson's arm. It was the least I could do for Zoa.
Kim got her grocery receipt signed.
I wish you all love ;)