Meeting Famous People

If you've read this blog before, you've probably come across a story or two about my near-encounters with famous people. Like my knack for missing wild animals in their natural habitat (refer to the Moose Sighting Expedition of '07), I also have a knack for not seeing celebrities even when they are right under my nose. Once, in Rome, I was standing in St. Peter's, gazing transfixedly on Michelangelo's Pieta and did not at all notice that Tom Hanks was standing directly beside me also gazing at the same. It was only after he walked away and was lost in the crowd that my friends informed me thus, and sure enough, when we got back home the following week People Magazine's front page story was: "Hanks and Springstein Visit Rome" with a photo of the two of them grinning in front of the basilica.

Similarly, when I was in Hawai'i two years ago, I was underwater playing with the dolphins when Don Cheadle paddled up in a canoe, hopped in our boat, and threw back a few brewskies with the boys. By the time I got back on board, he was a little speck on the other side of the bay.

Well, in the process of some writing projects of my own, I decided to re-read The End, the thirteenth and final book in Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events, which reminded me that I do, in fact, have one good story about actually meeting a famous person. I met Lemony Snicket. I met him at his book-signing, so it wasn't at all by chance (which I guess equates it to seeing a moose in a zoo), but the story is funny anyway.

My sister and I had went to the book-signing, which was on Halloween, 2006. The line to get to the author was massive, so in order to move people through quickly, they gave everyone a sticky note. On it, you were supposed to write your name so that he wouldn't have to ask "How do you spell that?" seven hundred times. Now in the Series, there's sort of a running gag about initials -- lots of notes and letters and journals and such are just signed with the character's initials so you can't really be sure who wrote what or knows what, etc. So in an attempt to be clever, I wrote "LG" on my sticky note.

When I got to the front of the line, I was all ready for him to appreciate my little joke, but instead the conversation went like this:

LS: "What's this? 'LG'? Don't you want me to know what your name is?"

me: "Wha? No, I..."

LS: *sigh* "No, no, you're right. It's better this way. Because if I found out your name, we'd get to talking, and soon I'd ask for your number, and I'd call you up and take you out for a coffee, and I'd be witty and you'd be charming and it would all go really wonderfully, but eight months from now we'd be just like every other couple arguing down on the street, so yes, it's better like this."

And in my book he wrote: "To LG, 31.X.06, with A.D.R."*

Nice.





*"A.D.R." in case you're not a Lemony Snicket person, is "all due respect," the way he ends all his notes to the reader.