Clem sent me a text stating that she ate lunch next to John Cleese yesterday. Apparently, he at a tuna melt just like she did! Too cute. If I remember correctly, Christy over at Folly's House of Mirth once heard him pee.
I found the cutest drawing of Burl Ives at http://toonclub.blogspot.com/ My grandparents attended a few parties at his house. I'm so jealous.
The only "celebrity" encounters I've had are seeing Wayne Knight at a bookstore (10 bucks, Lily, 10 bucks if you go over and say, "Hello, Newman." -- I, of course, didn't) and swimming in Steve Martin's pool. Ok, I technically fell in. I think I have a vague memory of meeting Jonathan Winters. And my dad tells me I met a Cassidy (David or Shaun, I can't remember which) when I was 2 or 3.
Oh, and I forgot, seeing Ben Stein (10 bucks, Lily, 10 bucks if you say, "Bueller? Bueller?" -- I, of course, didn't) and the principal from Growing Pains eating dinner a couple of tables away. We were eating on the patio admiring the Lake Pend Oreille view and it was only our two tables occupied.
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Um, no. He heard *me* pee. However I'm fairly certain the experience was only memorable for one of us. So that's good at least.
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