Anyways, last year my friend Derek and I decided to meet up for dinner with our good friend Jill. We chose sushi because we're mighty hip and trendy. So we headed downtown to Mikado for a successful night at looking sweet and fanagling raw fish into our mouths with sticks.
As we sat in the lobby waiting for a table, I noticed we were surrounded by quite a few giggly girls. There's nothing I hate more than giggly girls (except puppies and kittens). What in the crap were they all giggling about?? And why here? At a super trendy, uber hip sushi place?? This was no place for silliness. It's a place of sophistication and wasabi and soy sauce! Not to mention the Asian chefs! Nothing is more serious then an Asian chef.
Suddenly from behind one of the sliding rice-paper doors appeared a scruffy-faced dude and the giggliness immediately ramped up. He well dressed but not overly dressed. As he meandered down the hallway, shoeless I might add, the energy of the room gravitated towards him. There was something about this guy that my posse just wasn't privy to. And I'll admit, Mr. Scruff looked extremely familiar.
Then I noticed a 3-some of gigglygirls sheepishly ask if she and her friends could get a picture with him. He happily obliged and the girls squealed with delight. But we still didn't know who he was. So Derek, being the ever outgoing individual that he is, sauntered over and asked the now shrieking girls pointing at their digital camera, just who that mystery man was.
"PATRICK DEMSEY!" they practically shouted with excitement.
Of course! Patrick Demsey! That dude from Can't Buy Me Love and Greys Anatomy (I'm a little bit nervous to report that I've never been a Greys fan because I'm always berated with "YOU DON'T WATCH GREYS??? HOW CAN YOU NOT WATCH GREYS!!"). But when you recognize someone from a movie you haven't seen in 10 years and a few commercials for a show you don't watch, it's not ALL THAT exciting... even if he is a delicious piece of man meat ("I want some of your man meat Michael!" - name that show).
But I tell you what, had it been James Denton or Zach Braff I would have melted into a mushy pile of dreamboat induced giggles as well.
Have you ever had a close encounter with a celeb??