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.

oh not at all. on the contraty: we both loved his act. maybe that was the problem :)

You probably have some great ones. I still have PTSD over your story about Ron Jeremy, something about a small room and the overpowering smell of hairy ass.

I hope some of the other GFY celebs post in here. I've always wanted to know how well known people treat each other when no one is looking.

Which one?

In 1981, I worked at the campus radio station at UNC-Chapel Hill. I was given tickets to check out this really cool band. That night it was raining buckets, but I decided to go anyway. As I got out of the car, the wind ripped the umbrella to pieces! I was drenched as I went into the club. The only people there were the band, the bartender and the soundman who was also taking money at the door. I stayed for about 4 songs and on top of being soaking wet and cold, the singer was terrible! He was just mumbling and looking down at the floor like a farmer looking down at a dead cow.

Yes, it was REM.

They did get better though!