I saw the guy who played Long Duk Dong from Sixteen Candles in the Broad building at LACMA.
My husband met Grace Zabeiskie in a parking lot, walking to her agent’s office. He is a huge Twin Peaks fan and loves her in particular, so he was thrilled. She had a limp, so he introduced himself and opened the door to the building. She had that pop-eyed, high strung quality she brings to the screen but was nice when they chatted.
Saw Angela from The Office at Starbucks and leered like an idiot, I was just so enchanted. It was embarrassing. I saw the femme guy from Kiss there as well, in Spandex biker shorts, with the same long, thirsty hair. He was nice to the straight guys who paid homage. Luke Perry was at the little Asian Bakery next to that Starbucks a couple of month ago, tiny, craggy and wrinkly but still cute. And, I saw Adrien Brody eating at the Pollo Loco on the OTHER side of that same Starbucks years ago (it’s the one on Riverside and Fulton in Sherman Oaks). It was weird because he is really tall and was dressed in all black and was facing the street, you couldn’t miss him. Just eating a taco or whatever, in sunglasses, unmissable as you pulled into the busy parking lot.
Lisa Renna at a different Starbucks. She is a trout.
There is a Starbucks on Beverly Circle, on the edge of Bel Air in Beverly Glen canyon, where I used to see a lot of celebs: David Boreanz, Albert Brooks (that was cool), a very creaky Ed McMahon shortly before he died. Britney used to live around there, I once saw paparazzi swarming and it was apparently her, but I didn’t see her. She bought her toy dogs from the upscale pet store in that strip mall.
I remember going to work at UCLA really early in the morning when Britney was in the Resnick psych hospital there after shaving her head. There were news vans parked tail-to-nose on all the streets around the hospital. It made me realize how awful being a celebrity must be in some ways. Later, at Coffee Bean, I sat next to a reporter who was dictating a story about her into her cellphone. We started chatting, and I mentioned that maybe the press should go easy on her while she was in the loony bin (my own LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE! moment). The reporter gave me a peculiar look, something between concern and manic amusement, and said, “We’re trying to help her!”
Angelyne at Wacko in Los Feliz. Her pink Cadillac is very dinged up. The cashier said she’s in there a lot and is quite nice “if you’re somebody,” dismissive otherwise.
Finally, the guy who wrote and starred in one of my favorite gay movies, Adam and Steve, at Macelli’s in Hollywood (awful restaurant). It’s dark in there but I knew it was him because of his voice, very deep and unique. I love Adam and Steve and wanted to say sonething but kept it together and didn’t bug him on his date.
