Of the 10 posts I am contemplating in my head, this is what I feel inspired to write about. Ridiculous I know. Two posts in one month about celebrities, arrggg. Thus, this post is inspired by the incomparable, Bret Michaels. Yes, musician, reality star...um other adjectives come to mind, but I won't pollute my blog, he's basically a ho. Really, anyway, still can't believe I'm writing about this. At any rate, the other night, at an impromptu girl's night out, as we were walking, we passed Bret Michaels. Of course I did not see him with my own eyes as I was chattering away with one of the girls, but he was indeed spotted by the other gals of the group. When they mentioned it, we contemplated getting his autograph. But the consensus...no, we proceeded to our destination. And his arm candy was giving us the snake eye, must have been our radiating beauty, or lack of cleavage. Really I see celebrities just like anyone else but they just have a lot more complications in their lives, not that I feel sorry for them, I just don't get the whole autograph thing. Once you have it, what do you do with it? I met Michael Jackson when I was 11 years old by chance at Disney World. I was completely star struck. I was a huge fan, had all his tapes, posters and for a brief period of time wanted to marry him. I got a picture, but no autograph. I touched Garth Brooks from the front row at his farewell concert. Woo. Met some guy I can't even remember the name of from the Apprentice in the security line at the airport. Anyway. Don't see the big deal.
I'm curious to know, have you had any "celebrity" meetings? Did you get an autograph?
Photo courtesy of http://thecelebritycafe.com/feature/dad-bret-michaels-doing-better-04-24-2010