I just spent the last five hours upping my "Met Someone Famous" quotient.
Back in 1998/99 or so, when the Superbowl was being held in Miami (I don't particularly care to remember exactly what year it was), a couple of friends and I took off to South Beach that weekend, trolling the already crowded streets, dressed in suits and sharp dresses, hoping to just have a good time. As we were on our way to Liquid (I believe this was Madonna's old bar, or something else just as pretentious), I happened to spot Luke Perry cartwheeling an arm as if to beckon his entourage forward. Someone else would mention that Calista Flockhart was with him, but I didn't catch her as they piled into an awating limo.
In my first year in Atlanta, I was playing pool at DuPree's when I noticed a tall, African-American man with a distinctive voice. I approached him and asked, "Are you Chris Tucker?" He nodded, and I shook his hand and told him that I was a big fan. He and his friend (who were playing pool at the time) left the bar soon after.
Like last week, I went to the Madison Grill to play in their Texas Holdem tournament. After getting knocked out of the tourney, I sat down at the "learning" table, just to play a few more practice hands. After I told him it was a free tournament, Emmanuel Lewis
sat next to me, played a few practice hands, and then joined a bunch of us for a little mini-tournament.