After reading Chris Weber's celebrity sightings, I wanted to write about my own. Mine are way lamer. However, the following celebrity sightings are real.

My Electric Dream Come True
I was crossing Sixth Avenue with a co-worker and I saw Lenny Von Dohlen, star of ELECTRIC DREAMS, crossing towards us. He was speaking to a blond, and as I said to my friend "Holy shit, that's Lenny Von Dohlen!" he sort of looked around, wondering if he heard his name.

I'm Sorry, Who?
I saw Nirvana play at a small club in Dallas. It was just a millisecond before they went mega-huge with Nevermind. I stood near the back, by the bar, and saw this guy about two feet away with cute hair. I thought he was hot. He caught me staring. I smiled. He smiled and turned back to the people talking to him. Ten minutes later he was on stage. It was Kurt Cobain. I had no idea. Yeah, I recognized Lenny Von Dohlen immediately, but I don't know who Kurt Cobain is. Of course.

Eddie Vedder Really Wants You To See His Band
At a Red Hot Chili Peppers show in Dallas, the members of Pearl Jam passed out bumper stickers to all of us in line outside. "Come see our band!" Whatever. Who fucking hasn't met Eddie Vedder? That's like spotting Ethan Hawke in Manhattan (I saw him outside the Continental club).

Socks=Rocked Off
I met Tenacious D after a show in Philadelphia (They rule!). But really, the best part is that I got this photo of me talking to Jack Black and my mom used it to make a Christmas tree ornament. It's on our tree, dude. That's a special thing.

Claire Danes and Ben Lee: Part II
Sure, Weber already told you about when he saw Claire and Ben at the movies. But I was there, too. Yes, Claire DID laugh maniacally throughout PUNCH DRUNK LOVE. And yes, her head is the size of an orange. She has a very small head.

Dear Foghat: We Call It a Cinnamon Roll.
Foghat came into the truck stop I worked at in college. One of the Foghats asked me, "How much for your sticky buns?" It made me giggle.

Yeah, I worked at a truck stop. Not even a visit from Foghat could make that story better. Does it help that I once met Reba McEntire there, too? I gave her some popcorn. No, I guess that doesn't help.

I'm Pretty Sure It Was William Hurt
Carol was working at an Asian tapas bar on the Upper East Side and I went to visit her at work. There was a guy sitting a few tables away and I said, "Hey - that guy looks like William Hurt." Carol said, "No, I think it's the guy from THE BIG CHILL."

I like Carol.

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