So, apparently, Rocky Balboa was at this weekend’s volleyball tournament and I never got to see him. And, while I understand that the odds of running into Rambo while in a ginormous building housing ten thousand spectators weren't exactly in my favor; I clearly need to work on my celebrity radar. Then, I can be like my sister who actually got to within spitting distance of Marky Mark while in New York last year. Not that she actually spit at Marky Mark, obviously, I mean; our mama raised us right. But, still! She could have, she was thisclose.
On the topic of celebrity run-ins; Hugh was at a gas station a few years ago and he pumped gas right next to Tom Cruise. When I asked him what that was like, he shrugged his shoulders all “ain’t no big thang." Then he patted himself on the back for not mentioning-out loud- the fact that Mr. Cruise is somewhat height-challenged. Oh, he thought it but, he didn’t say it. His mama raised him right, too.
Once upon a time ago, my parents rode in a Las Vegas elevator with Kiss and, another time, while in Vegas; ran into Raquel Welch while the closest I have come to a celebrity was sharing a hotel lobby with Hulk Hogan and, let's be honest; he’s not even D List.
So, while my daughter didn't even know who the hell Sylvester Stallone is; running into him would have been the pinnacle of my celebrity shoulder-rubbing experience and I missed it.
Granted, I would much rather ride in an elevator with Marky Mark but, at this point, I am totally willing to settle.
Throw me a bone, celebrity universe (preferably one attached to Hugh Jackman, K?! Thanks!Bye!)!