Terrible Celebrity Encounters.....
 

Have you ever had an awkward, stupid or weird experience with a celebrity? Go ahead and exorcise those demons!

Here's my first:
Dishonorable mention: I was a limo driver in NYC. One night I had the displeasure of chauffeuring Paul Holmgren, coach at the time of the Hartford Whalers. It was New Year's Eve, 1993 and I picked him and a sleazy looking blond bimbo up. All they did was drink and grope in the back of the limo and had me drive him all over NYC. At midnight, he interrupted his knobber to call and wish his wife a Happy New Year. At 2am, I dropped them off in Uniondale in Long Island. Since it was New Year's Eve, it was a mandatory 25% gratuity. By now he was pretty plastered and was outraged that he was billed $5 a minute for an 8 minute call (which I had explained to him BEFORE he called). He said "Fine, Asshole! I'll take it out of your tip then". That's when I explained that there was a mandatory 25% tip. He made a fist like he was going to hit me and I told him that this was not going to look good in the media.
As a bonus, his bimbo left her panties when she got out and he left a paper bag with condoms and $35 in cash.:pimp

The two people who have vaguely heard of Paul Holmgren are now shaking their heads and rolling their eyes.

Cool story, bro.

no idea who he is :2 cents::2 cents:

You are obviously not a Hockey fan. He is the current president of the Philadelphia Flyers

met Lemmy Kilmister at the circle bar at the Venetian, said "hey, you are Lenny!", he looked at me like he was going to kill me and said "my name is Lemmy".

walked away in shame without saying anything further :helpme

:2 cents:

You're partially correct.

I'm not a Flyers fan.

When I first met him at the Rainbow Room in LA, he was rather gruff. A few minutes later I went for a whizz and heard someone grunting like they were passing a gall stone. It was Lemmy. He didn't wash his hands. The next time I saw him, I gave him a copy of "Atomic Vixens: Escape from the Valley of the Sluts!", which had just came out. After that he was sweet as pie and always remembered my name.

lucky you,lol!

speaking of that - once took a pee next to Lexington Steele and he made similar noises :upsidedow

and it looked more like an elephant sucking water from the urinal

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At my very first Montreal Comicon I wanted to meet the stars of the 70's Buck Rogers, Gil Gerard (Buck Rogers) and Erin Gray (Wilma Deering). I was kind of shy for some reason. When I met Erin Gray she was very charming and gracious and nice. When I met Gil Gerard he was a real prick. "I'm on my break, can't you tell?". Total dickhead. I've met lots of Celebs at Montreal Comicon and they were all great except for that douchbag.

At a gym in a suburb of Seattle, i used to work out everyday with a guy who had a friend that looked like Carlton from Fresh Prince of Bel Air. He looked identical. I gave him shit everyday about it. Anyway, one day I was really harassing him and doing Carltons dance and everyone was laughing etc and he was finally starting to laugh at himself.

2 days later, i'm in Vegas at the Bellagio at Light or whatever that club was called and went to take a piss. Coming out of the bathroom, i bump right into that guy. So random. Small world. So i look at him "hey man, what the fuck are you doing here" and He just stares at me with a blank face. I asked him if he was ok, and he's just looking at me.. maybe a little nervous at this point and looked kinda off.

So i started doing the dance Carlton does and he just snorted and scoffed and walked past me and i said something like "look dude, why are you tryin to act like you don't know me - you're kind of a dick right now" or whatever in my drunken stupor.

Anyway, I go back to sit with my friend who was local and he points across the room, "hey look, there's Carlton" and i look at him and say "yeah, that guy goes to my gym in Seattle.".. he looks at me like i'm mildly retarded and said, "i don't think he lives in Seattle". I was getting little frustrated with the subject at this point and shot back "dude, i talk to him almost everyday, i know where he lives and I give him shit every day for looking like Carlton". My friend says "uhm... no, that guy over there is Carlton, .. you know, Alfonso Ribiero... and I have no fucking clue what you are talking about and you sound like an insane person". Then i realized,... oops, that was actually Carlton.

Lol

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What I wrote about was not a terrible encounter, and it's potentially libelous, so I'm retracting it... sorry.

I actually have a very similar Carlton story, but my ex was the dick in this one. It seemed like every year in the early 2000's Carlton was at the AVN show. I can't remember the exact year, but the Palm's Hotel was pretty new, and one of the companies was having a party at the Rain nightclub. I was also taking a piss, and I look over and Carlton was at the urinal right next to me. Actually he was really heavy back then and looked like Carlton had swallowed Carlton, but it was definitely him. I didn't say anything to him and walked back to my table.

For some odd reason I took my ex that year, and she was a hardcore drama queen. She decided to get into an argument with me over who knows what reason and stormed out of the club. Of course I followed her and we argued out on the casino floor a bit, and she then decided to storm back into the club. There was a couple guys in front of her and she actually shoved a chubby black guy out of her way. He turns around with this stunned look on his face, and of course it's Carlton again. I felt really bad and apologized to him, and he was really cool about it, and when I got back in the club I told me ex she was a psycho and just shoved Carlton on her way in, to which she replied "I don't care who that n*gger is!". She was a real treat that girl...

"mandatory tip" - Murica :)

Happy birthday!

In 2006, I was living in Hollywood and my VERY attractive friend Anita was visiting from California. I took her out to Sardo's in Burbank for Porn Star Karaoke Night. We got there at 7:30 to grab up great seats and who do we see sitting at the bar but JOHN GOODMAN!

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After we ordered drinks, I suggested that we go meet him. When we got up to him we realized he was fucking BLOTTOED! He made it quickly clear that he was not at all happy that we were there and babbled some obscenities. (NOTE: To date, he is the ONLY person that I have ever encountered who was not THRILLED to meet beautiful and sexy Anita!)

After a few minutes, they called him to the stage and he proceeded to perform the WORST rendition of a a Blues Brothers song known to mankind. No one clapped at the end and a few booed. He yelled "FUCK ALL OF YOU", threw the mic and stand down on to the floor and stormed out.

A few minutes later, Anita says she wants to try out the donut shop next door. We walk in and there's Mr. Goodman with what appears to have been a Bavarian Cream and chocolate grenade had detonated in his face! I whipped out my camera and we were tossed out before I could catch that magical moment.

The End.

Pics of Anita! :warning:pimp

Here she is......

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story was better without the pics, she was much hotter as well in my mind.

Fortunately, I never encountered a celebrity ...

:1orglaugh:1orglaugh mine too

It was 9 years ago when she was 22! I took her to a porn industry party and EVERYONE went crazy because they thought she was talent.

I bet Caitlyn Jenner's victim feels a bit terrible.

some good ones
 

Tom Hulce - I'm actually a fan of his. We're at a pastry counter. His cake comes, wrapped in a box. I recognize him, start getting that stupid "I see a celebrity" face on (I had just moved to NYC). He turns, sees my face, then he gets an "Oh Shit" face on and literally flees the place.

Madonna - I'm in Petrossian. I'm waiting for a table, Madonna is walking out. Someone asks her for an autograph. Petrossian has that heavy glass door, only one person at a time. She has her date or bodyguard or whatever literally move the person out of the way. She leaves. We all sit there in silence.

Luciano Pavarotti - I'm in line waiting to meet him. This crusty old bitch, like you have in all such lines, starts yelling about how long she's been waiting. Luciano starts yelling at her, in this beautiful tenor. He just did an opera. While they're yelling invectives at one another, I leave.

That wrinkly douchebag from Aerosmith - he wears John Lennon glasses to look "smart". He comes up to me at an art show, trying to mack on the two girls I'm with. He opens with a line designed again to make him look "smart". We all just look at him. He goes away with a snort of disgust. If I was alone, I would have been polite, but, then, he wouldn't have approached me. These were slutty 9s.

Anyone in NYC has a ton of these.

"Dynamic pricing" - Capitalism :)

He gave me craps - Nothing more to say...

Aren't they all wrinkly douche bags? Do you mean Joe Perry?

Yes


No, this guy

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I caught my mom giving Lee Majors a hand job.

Was thinking much the same thing.

As a side note, I don't get the celebrity obsession. THey are just people, who gives a fuck if you have seen one or met one?

I sat next to Rich Gannon at a Rolling Stones concert. He was really drunk (before it even started) and he says to me, "Hey, I'm Rich Gannon." I just sort of shrugged, like I give a fuck. So he pulls out his Vikings ID and says, "Nobody ever believes me." I still don't give a fuck. Then he asked me if there was still time to get more beer. How should I know? He makes a beer run but missed the first song. I still don't give a fuck.

As a kid of 8yrs. old - I was in a school playground in '72 listening on a tiny black transistor radio as Paul Henderson scored the winning goal against the Russians in the '72 series. I still remember that moment as if it were crystaline.

So just a few years ago I heard he was hosting a speaking engagement at a local collegiate. I was hell bent on meeting him, shaking his hand and thanking him for such a great childhood memory.

I had just pulled into the empty parking when I saw a big white cadillac pull in a few rows away. Out climbs Henderson...by himself. No staff, nothing. Just he and I in the parking lot. I got outta my car...walked over just as he was opening the car trunk, and we struck up a conversation. I was star-struck...but managed to keep my cool. He asked if I would help him carry his pamphlets and brochures into the building. I was delighted, it gave me more opportunity to chat more one-on-one with the hockey legend.

He's not just "people". He was a boyhood hero that scored one of the greatest goals in the history of hockey...and at time that I ate, breathed and slept all things hockey. He was an extremely gracious and friendly guy...very down to earth. And despite hearing tens of thousands of stories from people telling where they were and what they were doing when he scored the goal...he politely listened to my story...and thanked me at the end for sharing it with him.

"Who gives a fuck...they're just celebrities"?

Some celebrities transcend merely celebrity status...and do something so great, it's just an honour to have the chance to briefly meet them...if only to say thanks for a great memory.

I can understand that, that applies to great people whether they be celebrity or not. It seems that these days, everyone wants to be or meet a celebrity to simply add a notch to the belt.

Garrett Wang. Was at some show in Vegas and was playing craps for awhile when this asian guy joins me. I thought he looked familiar, but assumed he was at the conference and maybe we had met a couple years before. So after like 2 hours i finally figured it out. I am a huge Star trek fan so it was a delight for me. We just hung out playing craps for about 3-4 hours. Luckily someone came along and took a picture for me.

:) I won about 700 he won about 1200...was a good night.

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That's funny but how can you be a fan of his?

He starred in only one decent movie "Amadeus" (directed by Milos Forman).
The first video I ever purchased.... love that flick for him but mainly for F. Murray Abraham

I love the way you think! It's always great to connect to a fellow Renaissance man!

How about Animal House?

my pal threw up all over a local celebrity comedian backstage at a festival, like 15 years ago. i witnessed it.

Agreed!
Growing up in rural NC, there wasn't much to do but watch TV and listen to music. When I was a kid, I had no idea that I would ever meet anyone famous OR that if I did, I would be disappointed that I did. In fact, MOST of the times it was positive! Like when I spent 7 hours straight hanging out with Juliette Lewis!

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She really wanted me to give her my glasses, but I had to tell her I wouldn't be able to drive then, BUT if she REALLY wanted them, she could drive me home.

I guess she really didn't want them that much. :Oh crap

Was it a response to the material?

Jerry Lewis, who to me was the Muscular Dystrophy Telethon guy more than a film star, he was huge in movies but a bit before my time. Pompous asshole, I was maybe 10 years old, on my first plane trip, I noticed him as I was peering into 1st class. When we landed I bolted past people to make sure it was him and say hi, never saw anybody famous before other than hockey players, i didn't even want an autograph, had no pen or paper. As he's gathering his bag and leaving his seat he meets cute little me staring up at him 'Hey Mr. Lewis, I'm a fan' or whatever I blurted out, the guy looked at me for a second, gave me a scowl as if to say 'Get out of my fucking way kid' and brushed past me.

Parenthood
Larry Buckman

This movie wasn't great at all but his acting was.

I visited NYC about 10-12 years ago, and one of the first things I do is head to SoHo to see a David LaChappelle photography show. As I'm going into the gallery, someone is starting to walk out, and he pauses and holds the door open for me... as I walk by him I think, "Hey, that's Bono" and just keep walking. Then I hear some guy yell, "Oh my god, that's Bono!" and the girl with him gave a little scream and they ran out the door after Bono. I expected more mature behavior in an art gallery in SoHo.

When I worked at Universal Studios in the early 90's, my office was under the commissary so I would often see celebrities there. One day, my ex-wife came to meet me for lunch and she stood in line behind Angela Lansbury who was then in Murder, She Wrote... my ex- was a huge fan of the show, and was somewhat star-struck.

I saw Arnold Schwarzenegger just last Sunday cycling down the main street a block from my house... he came within a few feet of me, so I said "Ahhnold" and he replied "Hey". He often cycles the area in the morning for exercise and the fucker once nearly ran me down running a red light when I was crossing.

I used to write for a music magazine in the early 90's so I've interviewed and met a lot of famous musicians. Normally I don't get star struck, but I had an art gallery experience that your story reminds me of only I had what I call a South Park moment (if you watch South Park and have seen the episode where the giant robot Barbara Streisand attacks the town it will make more sense).

Every year Seattle has a big music and art festival called Bumbershoot. This particular year REM was headlining the big closing concert. I had never seen them and I am a huge fan so I went up for the weekend. On Saturday (the day before their show) I went to a museum to check out a Picasso exhibit they have there. I'm in a room looking at some paintings and in walks Michael Stipe and some other guy. We glance at each other and I can tell that he realizes I recognize him. I don't want to bother him here in the gallery so I just keep to myself. As I leave the room I stop in the doorway and say, "Michael, just want to say I can't wait to see you guys tomorrow night and New Adventures in Hi Fi is one of the greatest albums of all time!" Then I ducked out of the room and left.

The "Orgazmo" premiere party was held at the Playboy Mansion. Heavy metal legends Metallica played for about a hundred people. I was busy trying to convince any woman that would pay attention to me to consider some sex in the grotto. It wasn't going too well but that is another story that actually has a happy ending.

You all know how that goes anyway so who cares right?

So I am just walking around freaking on my good fortune for being there and I see Hef. Knowing how successful the cable show "Playboy's Naughty Home Videos" was, and how it premiered with then featured primarily our content at the time, I figured I could go and introduce myself. After all, Homegrown was making a difference on a bottom line that needed help to keep Hef in the Mansion.

As I approached I realized he was standing there with Robert Duvall.

I apologized for interrupting (even though they weren't actually talking) and introduced myself and explained how I had worked with Playboy for years. Bear in mind that not only was the show their most profitable, but the site we did for it was also their best performing partner site.

I held out my hand to shake Hef's as I was thanking him profusely for the biz over the years.

Hang time.

Still hanging.

I was still hanging when I noticed Duvall was giving me the crazy eye like I just refused to surf under heavy enemy fire.

I finally dropped my hand. Thanked Hef again and walked back into the fray. Found out later that Hef hated the show and thought it was bad for the brand.

My bad. At least I didn't spike the punch with LSD

I lived in atlanta in the late 80's-early 90's and had the misfortune of meeting david justice at the post office once. This was when he first was called up so he really hadnt done anything yet, so it wasnt like he was really famous yet, but I recognized him being a braves fan.

Anyhow, I park my car in the parking lot and walk to the post office. A green small merc was parked at the front door, still running, with ghetto music blaring. I go inside and walking toward me is justice looking at his mail. As he gets closer I notice he drops an envelope and I bend down and pick it up. He is past me at this point so I say "hey man", before I could say anything else he turns quickly towards me, his face looking like shit, he growls at me, "I dont do autographs outside the stadium". I walked to him and handed him the envelope, rolled my eyes and turned away. Dude didnt say thanks or shit. Major, major douche. Cant believe halle berry let him stick it in her.