Strangest place you've encountered a celebrity?

I thought he was a Mormon.

That would be up the butt Bob.

Mormons love porn.

Chloe Sevigny in a dark, nearly deserted bar on pre-High Line Tenth Avenue where a drunken Hispanic guy was thrown out and angrily threw rocks at the bar -- hard -- from outside. We exchanged side-eyes....

Ivan Lendl, standing in line in front of me at Kingsford-Smith Airport, Sydney, waiting to check in for a flight to Melbourne. I thought it was very strange to see a tennis star waiting to check in just like the rest of us mere mortals.

Rosalynn & Amy Carter in a candy store in Plains, GA.

Anna Nicole Smith, in love at Rite+Aid in Westwood village. She was in back of me and had only one box of tampons so I let her cut in front of me. She said thanks hon.

Johnny Depp in the Vancouver courthouse foyer. He was charged with assault.

I was there as a witness in another case, btw.

John Travolta at the Pharmacy counter in RiteAid. He was asking where the extra large condoms were for his friend ‘Bruce’. Pharmacist made such a ‘celebrity awww scene’ that he offered to measure Bruce’s penis to verify exact size he really needed. I said I need to get my meds, can I pay first? Just too much.

Steven Weber at Ralphs Supermarket on Sunset Ave., around 2000. He was with a guy his age...in the frozen food aisle. We made eye contact, I think he smiled a bit. I kept going because I freeze up around celebrities....even though I had a huge crush on him from [italic] Single White Female. [/italic]

R10 dear god, I mean Sunset BOULEVARD...not Sunset Ave.

Just saw one today-a DL fave- at Trader Joe's. Used to be one of the most handsome men on Earth now looking rough but very nice to the help.

R12 this isn’t the psychic thread dude??!!

R12 name!?

I am very unlucky with spotting celebrities, even though I've lived in L.A. and NYC. I'm nearsighted! I've sometimes been introduced to them, but I very rarely just see them around town when I'm on my own.

I've spotted Debbie Harry crossing the street, Dyan Cannon at Whole Foods, John Phillip Law on the street a few years before he died (he looked great, tho someone told me he was an alcoholic), Brenda Vacarro in a restaurant....I guess none of these are very unusual places. Oh well.

Okay...this is the oddest thing. Pauley Shore used to call an office I worked in, and he would always flirt with me on the phone when he called. (I'm a gay male.) I think once when I couldn't put him through to my boss, he wailed, "WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME???" or something. He would make me laugh. Which was nice because sometimes that job was boring. He was always very charming on the phone.

Oh yes. And Victor Garber's mother lived in the apartment building next to mine and the two times I saw and chatted with him I looked like HELL because I was just stumbling out to collect my mail : ( LIFE IS UNFAIR! Both times I looked awful!! God, I hate that memory...!

Aaron Copland in the old dumpy men's room at City Center before its renovation. He was conducting one of his works that night for the Martha Graham company.

Imagine bumping into George Gershwin in the men's restroom at the Alvin before a performance of Porgy and Bess.

Johhny Whitaker attended Brigham Young University.

Here he is with 'Cissy' / Kathy Garver:

Ralph Waite, John-Boy's dad on The Waltons, naked in a hot spring in Oregon.

A few work related ones since I'm in Catering - so 'backstairs' and 'out back' sneaking cigs or such I've lucked out some fun sights.

My two faves outside of work are in R5 vein - Kasabian band members (I'm fan and was going along the next night to their gig) joking around in my local supermarket queue - they were buying booze and nibbles - was easy banter with them but felt fun-odd the next night to have been stood next to them like regular randoms.

Maggie Thatcher years ago behind the scenes after hours at the National Portrait Gallery (she may have been on the board??- post-PM tho) chatting with some suits. I was there with some other chefs backloading stuff from an Event - she was stooped - helmet of white hair- green yellow silver sequins on a long tailored coat a la HRH- she did the whole gentle smile nodding at 'the help' as we packed up around her- priceless!

Not really a strange place since it's quite popular, but I used to see Christopher Atkins naked at Black's Beach in San Diego quite often. It's the most beautiful nude beach. Huge cliff to climb down--and back up at the end of the day, but it's worth it.

I used to see tons of celebrities in NYC's Greenwich Village and Soho. When Tower was still open, many shopped there.

Keith Richards, lived around the corner from Tower, I'd see him and Patti Hansen once in awhile. Sting walking down Broadway, this was during the time he had a loft on Prince Street. Kelly Ripa walking down Broadway, she used t live downtown. Ron Wood shopping for records at Bleecker Bob's. Damon Wayans at Tower. Some famous female fashion models at Canal Jeans and walking around Soho. Bebe Neuwirth eating at Lucky Strike, she was with some young cute guy.

I actually saw Moby shopping at National Wholesale Liquidators! The lead singer of the Psychedelic Furs going into the Puck Building. Pre-Starbuck's, the choreographer Mark Morris coming out of a deli with a cup of coffee. Way too many to mention.

Most of the stores mentioned are now closed.

Well OP, I see celebrities all the time, just not in strabge places I guess.

r10, I stood in line in front of Steven Weber at the Beverly Hills courthouse in November 2004 while we waited to vote. I never thought he was that great looking on TV and seeing him in person did nothing to change that but he seemed like a nice enough guy. No one bothered him in a celebrity sense but the line moved slowly so there was general chit-chat about the election. I remember that year everyone was concerned about the Diebold voting machines so all of us in line were discussing that. That was the only election I ever voted on one of those machines - my voting location changed and I've always used the paper ballots since.

DL fave Nancy Dussault at an Erasure concert in Hollywood. I think I win.

Ann Coulter at Rite Aid in Beverly Hills. Looks exactly like she does on TV.

Was Ann wearing her usual cocktail dress?

R8, I suspect it was more hating 21 Jump Street than anything. Did they get paid shit wages? I recall a local newspaper reporting that fans were outside his house rental 24/7. He didn’t like the teen idol, teeny bopper thing happening around him. He didn’t like having to keep his hair short for the role. His address had gotten out somehow. Hot as that show was at the time, he was never moved to a more secure residence.

David Duchovney on the other hand.... he burnt alllll his bridges. He was hooked on strip clubs like Number 5 Orange. Real dumpy places in East Van. The clubs would give him free drinks all night. When he wanted to move the show to California, he shit all over Vancouver. More than one nightclub announced he was banned for life after that.

Duchovney sounds like an asshole.

Mickey Rourke (with original face) at a 7-11 late night in a black coat and denim, probably drunk. Red-faced and smiling anyway.

William Hague on the grounds of St Magdalen's College, Oxford a year ago. We were just touristing, it was strange to spot a former Tory leader and Secretary of State. He was with a couple of people, pretty low-key, but business.

Beau Bridges at Versailles, a neighborhood Cuban resto in Culver City. He sat across the table about two feet away. I was so flustered, I said to my friend "I can't eat in front of Beau Bridges". Bridges smiled at me and said "I don't have a problem eating in front of you".

Quentin Tarantino at a men's room urinal at LAX. For a tall guy, nature wasn't kind to him.

Mine are really stretching the definition of "famous," but they're too weird not to relate.

The "World's Tallest Woman" (at the time) Sandy Allen, at Farrell's Ice Cream Parlor and Restaurant at Washington Square Mall in Indianapolis, circa 1980. I was little and just knew there was an incredibly large woman towing over everybody as she and her party waited to be seated. My mom told me who she was.

The second incident took place on a lonely country road in Indiana during Hands Across America (remember that?). Frank Stallone materialized out of nowhere, was interviewed by some news outlets, then vanished. I honestly can't remember whether he was there for the actual event of everyone taking each other's hands. Totally bizarre.

I've seen much bigger stars in person, but always under far more normal conditions.

Speaking of Tallest Woman, there was a TV show a few years ago that featured an unusually tall woman, and a couple weeks later I saw this very woman at a store. She must have regretted doing that TV - or not, if you like the attention.

Willie Nelson, riding the 1 am vaporetto down the Grand Canal in Venice; it was a beautiful evening he was sitting in one of the front outside seats

Jackie Chan at the Capital Region Farmer's Market in Canberra (his parent's retired to Canberra)

Hugo Weaving, Leichardt Lawn Bowling Club

Andy Bell, from Erasure, at a bake sale in Hastings. My cousin - who lives in Hastings - thought I was crazy when I saw a man selling bread and I insisted it was Andy. So, I went up to him and asked him if he was Andy Bell. He rolled his eyes and sighed, "Yes". He told us he was selling bread for his partner's bread business.

Richard Deacon in a restroom on the interstate.

[quote]his p a r e n t s (NO APOSTROPHE) retired to Canberra

You're welcome, illiterate moron R36

Jerry Springer, arguing with his wife in an art gallery in the French Quarter in New Orleans. This was 2007. All these young women had their phones out and were taking pictures. I actually felt sorry for him.

You reap what you sow

Hastings, East Sussex, R37?

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.

Amtrak Acela Boston to NY first class car. Only me and this other person who decided to sit right behind me and spent the entire trip yelling at what was apparently her agent. Bebe Neuwirth. (sp?)

Lily Tomlin at the 24 hour Kinkos on Vermont in Los Feliz in the early 90s at around 1am. I had an audition the next morning and was xeroxing my resume. She was making color copies of something.

Grace Jones on her motorcycle next to me when we were both stopped at a stop light in the middle of a weekday morning on Sunset Blvd. I looked over and she saw me do a double take and she threw her head back and cackled as the light turned green and she sped off. Kind of a perfect moment.

For a couple of holiday seasons, I had a gig singing Christmas carols a cappella in quartets. We wore what you'd expect--Dickens inspired costumes that came from a warehouse and had probably been on hundreds of other carolers. Yes, I had to fight the men off while I wore my top hat stuffed with tissue paper and tailed jacket meant for someone five sizes larger. One afternoon, I was assigned a job singing in an office building's lobby for maybe two hours around lunchtime. The address was in midtown east, NYC, on Park Avenue. Mostly, the quartet warbled away to an audience of one--the security guard. At one point, the elevator door opened, and AnnE Hathaway was peering out at us. Her expression was, understandably, "What the....?" She was beautiful and kind of bemused by the situation. And then she was gone, staying on the elevator to go to a different floor. Later, I read that the building had a screening room for a movie studio, so it only felt strange to me.

Brandon Frasier at Blockbuster video on Sunset.

Heather Locklear at Pavillions on SaMo.

Nicolas Cage when he got a flat tire and pulled over to the curb where I was picking up my dog's poop.

Parker Posey at a vintage shop in Newport, RI.

SaMo?

NO.

Not strange really but their proximity was.

Was part of the crowd protesting the knocking down of those wonderful theaters in Times Square for the huge monstrosity of the Marriott in the 80s.

I look to my right and squeezed next to me are Susan Sarandon and Richard Gere in this large crowd. That was certainly odd seeing them practically on top of me.

This was about '82. Sarandon looked like pretty Sarandon but Richard Gere who I couldn't really care about one way or another about from his films struck me as very beautiful and much better looking than he was in his movies. He was practically incandescent.

I was like certain movies stars are really a different race.

R20, you saw Christopher Atkins at a nude beach? Was this when he was in his "Blue Lagoon" prime? I envy you!

Sandra Bernhard getting a pedicure in a Chelsea nail salon.

Sandra Bullock eating BBQ in Austin.

Sandra Lee at Dean & DeLuca on UES.

All named Sandra. Weird.

Sylvester Stallone at a bank it Century City. I was behind him and he is short. If not for the voice, I'm not sure I would have known who he was. I'm only 5'9", and he was shorter than me. Perfect body, everything just looks smaller.

Barbra using the bathroom at a restaurant in WeHo. Not eating there, just stopped to go. A security guard blocked the door while she was in there.

Lily Tomlin pumping gas in Los Feliz.

Jeff Stryker at a gallery opening in WeHo. This was 20 years ago, but he was hot AF. Very friendly.

Frankie Muniz at an Ace Hardware.

Gina McKee crossing Boulevard des Italiens early one morning in Paris.

My boss saw Thom Yorke in a supermarket years ago. They didn't get an autograph even though they wanted to because he seemed in a bad mood.

Joan Rivers at a Tim Horton's in Toronto (Tim Horton's is like the Dunkin Donuts of Canada). When my boyfriend at the time went up to her and said he was a big fan she looked at us and said "You're a couple right?" and when we said yes she threw her hands up in the air and said "thank god, I found some gays!" And she paid for our coffees and also asked if we preferred "extra cream wink wink"

More of a very local celebrity for people living in the North East England, but newsreader Harry Gration was in my screening of Blade Runner 2049.

William Friedkin using his celebrity status to cut in front of the line to see Michaelangelo's David in Florence. if I hadn't been with my cousin, who works in film, I's never have known it was he.

Teri Garr collecting her luggage at SFO.

The British actor Samuel West (Howards End) looking incredibly slobby in a ratty old sweater at the Hammershoi exhibition in London a few years back. He realized I spotted him and kept moving to get away, and I had no interest in talking to him or identifying him. But for some reason which ever room I'd go to, he'd be there, against my wishes (I wanted to leave him alone), and he'd freak and go to another room.

20 years ago I was in the Reebok Gym in Manhattan, sitting on a bench in the men's locker room and lacing up my kicks for a basketball game. When I looked up, Regis Philbin was nude and glazed from a fresh shower, and he was vigorously toweling his unremarkable member with the towel between his legs and pulling both sides of the towel with stunning velocity. And staring me in the eyes the entire time. Very unsettling.

R60 with all that vigorous rubbing did Regis get hard?

Jackie Mason at a restaurant in New York City.

I stood in line behind Jackie O at a corner deli on Lexington Ave. in the early 90s. What was she buying, you ask? Two packs of Marb Reds.

A TV star answered my Craigslist ad and we ended up sucking each other off. lol. I won't name him because he leads a straight life.

[quote] A TV star answered my Craigslist ad and we ended up sucking each other off. lol. I won't name him because he leads a straight life.

Is it a current or former TV star?

A lot depends on context. Werner Klemperer at the old Hamburger Hamlet in LA was petty odd.

The oddest was seeing Lillian Gish in a small town in Germany.

[R65] He's less famous now but he's still on various shows. He was much more famous in the 90s.

R60 - and now I will need serious amounts of alcohol not to see that in my dreams.

[quote] [[R65]] He's less famous now but he's still on various shows. He was much more famous in the 90s.

Comedy or drama?

Martha Stewart, in a Bar Harbor deli/grocery store. First she tried to lecture me on how some jars were originally used in 19th century pharmacies and then she started to molest the shop owner during the checkout. "I need to use the phone". "Sorry, but the store phone is not for customer's use." "Do you know who I am?" "Yes, and there's a lovely phone booth just outside the store."

R64, would we know your cheap sex trick from the legitimate theater?

Liza M. in a fake leopard fur coat on a Sunday morning walking in downtown Philadelphia in the early 90’s.

Also early 90’s Mick Jagger and Jerry Hall walking their very young daughter in Richmond Park London on. a midweek afternoon. They had a bodyguard with them and there was no one else but the 5 of us in the park that I could see.

Lillian Gish OMG! My gf and I are major fans of Night of the Hunter. Wow. And to think she goes back to when pictures didn't talk... Wow

One afternoon, early 90's driving my beat up Nissan between full and part time jobs down Peachtree St. in Atlanta. Listening to Elton John. Window rolled down , I hear a horn blow, and "Good music man." It was Elton, we blew each other a kiss, as the light changed.

I worked in a major hotel. Johnny Whitaker shared a king bed with Rip Taylor. The confetti queen.

R73

Love your story R74. Yeah you win.

R65 one of the male friends cast

LOL R76

[R69] Drama. I've googled him quite a bit and there are no rumors about him. He's managed to keep it on the DL.

R73, actually, the odd part was that we kind of knew each other by sight (lived on the same block) ; so, we both did a "what are *you* doing here ?" kind of thing. It was a very small village in Germany that was not a tourist destination. Not the place that one would ever expect to see an American. I ended up having dinner with her a few times back in NYC, I think because I left her alone in Germany.

Haggard, angry-looking Whitney Houston with nanny and toddler daughter in a bleak, wintry Central Park. She gave me a long, angry glance over her shoulder that I have never forgotten (I am a well put-together slender lesbian). Great-looking woman but already haunted and in deep trouble.

David Blaine and Natalie Portman in the food car of the late-night Amtrak. Both tiny and wearing "scruffy" collegiate clothes that cost thousands of dollars.

Also wearing ten grand yoga pants and sunglasses that cost more than my car was the late Brad Grey, head of Paramount Pictures. Brad tried to butt in front of me for the bathroom at a restaurant in the Village and genially backed down when I objected.

Excuse me R81, are you saying you had dinner with Lillian Gish????

These aren't strange places at all, except one that's not strange, just a lucky coincidence. Early 1980 I worked at Cook's Nutrition near the Frederick and Nelson building in Seattle. Nancy Wilson of Heart. Sweetest, soft spoken lady. Cleaned her teeth in her compact mirror. Graciously gave me an autograph. The owner kind of shewed me away; I guess. Roger Fischer ex-Heart summer 1980 Yonny Yonson's original store in Sterno Center. Same as Nancy. Hotter than fuck in person. April 15th, 1959 Linda Hunt crossing Mercer at Warren heading North. I remember this clearly I'd just hung up on my fuckhole bf and was on my way over to break up with him. February 1996 Crouch End, London. Martin Chambers of The Pretenders having lunch w/young children. At the time I knew he had something to do with rock and roll but it took days for me to realize who it was. I swear to God he was cruising me. And finally... BA49 London Heathrow to Seattle 14th February 2009, upper deck Club World. The divider was down before take off. A Scottish professor on his way to some conference here in The Third Tier Hamlet of a Shitehole. I ask where in Scotland he's from. He tells me I prolly wouldn't know. I say name a county. He says Argyllshire. I say Campbeltown? He was gobsmacked. He asked me how did I know. I start humming, "Hey Jude." It turns out his property abuts Paul McCartney's. He gave me some dish about the family, absolutely nothing even resembling gossip. He told me one hilarious anecdote about Paul and Heather Mills. Bea was still a baby and Paul and Heather, he said, were having a screaming fight over what colour jumper to buy the baby. "He could have bought the whole chain of stores..." he told me.

* April 15th, 1959 Linda Hunt crossing Mercer at Warren heading North. Should read: 1995. Saareh

**Paul and Heather, he said, were having a screaming fight In Woolworth's St John's Wood, or wherever the closest Woolworth's is. Sorry, my Adderall hasn't kicked in yet.

I love Whitney Houston R82. Tragic life all around, even her songs were way beneath what she could have sung. Sometimes I wish another life would have been hers. When I listen to the first moments of "I Wanna Dance With Somebody", man what she could put into a song... The ease in the upper and lower registers... No one could do it like her, she was too beautiful and all wasted... If someone had told my teenage self any of this back in 1993, I would not have believed it. She was almost otherworldy back then.

Not a famous person, but over the summer when I was a sophomore I saw one of my teachers leaving the modern art museum that was 2 streets from my parent's house, in another country some 800+ miles away from campus. That was a surprise. I was almost wearing my pajamas.

My sister and I were in London on vacation years ago and we had to go back to our room to change. We got in the elevator and a long haired woman and two big black guys got into the elevator with us. My sister and I nodded at them just to be friendly and continued talking with each other. Out of the blue, one of the black guys asks: "do you know who this woman is?". We took a closer look and said "no". He said "It's Joss Stone". We looked at her again and then we recognized her this time. She's pretty plain without her makeup. How embarrassing for my sister because she already had her debut CD and was a big fan of hers. LOL.

I don't know if the black guys were bodyguards, roadies or band members but I found it strange that they would ask us if we knew her. What the hell was that about? Does she crave attention so much that she needs to be recognized? Weird.

R83, yes, I had dinner with Lillian Gish.

I stood next to Randy Rainbow, at a cross walk on Columbus Ave., about a week ago. We had brief eye contact. He’s a lot more handsome in person, and has a beautiful smile.

Tig Notaro's dryly funny monologue about repeatedly meeting Taylor Dayne:

I saw Ivanka Trump late at night in 2007 walking alone not far from Trump Towers.

Who is Taylor Dayne?

Taylor Dayne was a pop singer from the late 80s/early 90s who had a few big hits.

I once saw Ivanka ON THE SUBWAY ! 15 years ago on the 4/5 train uptown. She was sitting very quietly by herself and could tell I recognized her.

I hate saying it but she was beautiful.

Kelsey Grammer at TJ Maxx in Bridgehampton NY.

Well R96 she could afford to buy her face.

Soccer star Pele cutting across an empty parking lot near Park Square in Boston, he was surprised I recognized him. Charming gentleman.

R77, thank you, that makes up for all the jerks on here.

Regis and his aggressive toweling made me lol

Richard Simmons and I on opposite sides of a glass-topped coffee table, back in the 90s. I was hired to perform one of my then-legendary "glass-bottom boat" routines.

On a bus, Shirley Jones got on and was asking people if they wanted to see her "whore Oscar," and charging them $5.00 to touch it.

Years ago I went to see a new musical in progress starring John Barrowman. I had seen him in Sunset year before. The next day I was walking near Covent Garden looked my left and there was John waling next to me. I told him I had seen him previous night and we walked and talked about 5 to 10 minutes, mostly about current production in West End, I was about see Patti in Master Class the same evening. Then we smiled and said byes and he went to the left, I chose other direction, because I didn’t want to follow him. He was handsome very nice, lovely actually.

I saw Margaret Hamilton in a hotel lobby in Toronto and Barry Manilow in a gay bar in Buffalo NY.

Not a celebrity, so I guess OT, but one of the most incongruous things I ever saw was a Hasidic Jew, replete with with black hat and suit, payot (side curls) and prayer shawl on his knees in a NYC subway tearoom, desperately gobling all the cock he could get.

I saw Alec Baldwin jogging in Audubon Park in New Orleans years ago when he was hot. He was by himself and dressed like any other jogger in a tshirt and shorts but with a baseball cap on, and I didn't know it was him until I looked directly at his face. I used to have a huge crush on him and when I realized who it was I just froze.

Back in the early 90s, I was at my dull office job in a boring suburb in Northern California. last place you'd expect to see celebrities, but one day a co-worker burst in and said "Hey, KEVIN COSTNER is in the restaurant downstairs!!!!!".

Turns out he'd been there to see a firm of architects that was on another floor, and was eating lunch at the restaurant on the ground floor that had patio seating. Work was abandoned as all the drones crowded to the windows that overlooked the restaurant, which was silly but which was possibly the most interesting thing that happened there in all the years I worked there.

Not strange but odd.

I was walking through the arcade of the office building I worked in on 5th Av in the 80s and there is Joyce Randolph standing there.

Now not only had I thought she had been dead for years but that she was born and spent her life in black and white.

And the oddest thing of all is that she looked pretty much as she did 27years before on those endless reruns I grew up on. Like walking in midtown and seeing Lucille Ball on the street as she looked on I Love Lucy.

And God love her Joyce is still alive!

I saw the late Dick Clark at a NYC showing of "Pretty Baby". I went on a Friday night with a female friend, we were barely old enough to see an R-rated film. I don't remember what the age range was, but I guess we looked older, no one asked for an ID. I do remember we were both still in high school at the time. We saw the film in one of those theaters near Bloomingdale's, the Baronet or Coronet.

We both noticed Dick Clark, was sitting behind us. He was alone and looked annoyed. I knew who he was, I barely acknowledged him, most celebs don't impress me. Especially those who think if you look at them, you will immediately want to talk to them.

My friend started to giggle, then, after we sat down, she kept turning around during the previews. Clark noticed, still annoyed, then got up to sit somewhere else. No one else sitting near us seemed to notice him, if they did, they didn't care and no one was bothering him, let alone, asking for an autograph.

[quote]Not a celebrity, so I guess OT, but one of the most incongruous things I ever saw was a Hasidic Jew, replete with with black hat and suit, payot (side curls) and prayer shawl on his knees in a NYC subway tearoom, desperately gobling all the cock he could get.

WTF is "NYC subway tearoom"? Are there secret gay meeting places in the subway stations? I'm a lifelong New Yorker, never heard about this. I know about homeless who live in underground subway tunnels, but a subway tearoom?! WTF? What a load of shit.

R111, for a "lifelong New Yorker," you must be either not gay, not a cruiser, not a reader of any gay literature of the 80s or 90s, a shut-in from Queens, or just a liar.

r111, if you are a lifelong New Yorker, then you know that every subway stop in New York City used to have a Men's Room. They were notorious and closed except in the very largest stations in the early or mid 1980s. If you are a gay man who is "Lifelong New Yorker" you are a millennial. And you don't even know what a tearoom is? Methinks the lady doth protest too much.

Thanks, r112.

I met comedienne Steve Mittleman while looking at the Sistine Chapel.

Of course R106, I know that subways once had bathrooms, why the fuck didn't you simply say bathroom, you moron!

I've never participated in subway or anonymous sex, so shoot me. Not a cruiser at all, well, not in the sense that I ever met some guy, then immediately had sex with him, I was never into that. To assume all gay men at into that is absurd. Not all gay men are into sex with strangers in bathrooms or in dark alleys. Some of us are actually in LTRs.

btw, in the late 1980s a friend was actually killed in a subway bathroom, he picked up some guy on the subway and the guy, who clearly wasn't gay, killed him. It was kept out of the press because he was from a very wealthy family. He was not a New Yorker, he was barely in NYC about 3 years at that point. His family worked very hard to keep the incident out of the NYC newspapers and local news outlets. It was very sad because he was a great guy, very smart, charming and hilariously funny. He owned a small clothing shop on Christopher Street.

A good friend getting killed in a subway bathroom would be more than enough of a reason to not participate in "tearoom" sex!

[quote]why the fuck didn't you simply say bathroom, you moron!

Because I thought I was interacting with an adult gay man.

I'm sorry about your friend. Over the years, two close friends of mine were murdered while cruising.

[quote]btw, in the late 1980s a friend was actually killed in a subway bathroom

By the late 1980s there were only a handful left, at the largest stations.

[quote]Some of us are actually in LTRs.

I've had two partners who died in my arms. Don't lecture me.

I'd have to say up the butt, Bob.

That's what happens when you date WHORES.

[quote] Margaret Hamilton in a hotel lobby in Toronto

i find that hard to believe, are you sure you're not lying?

Joel Schumacher with a twink by the watermelon sushi machine under Fred Segal in LA.

Debi Mazar and her small dog in the dressing room of Fred Segal.

Brian Austin Green in the parking lot of Baja Fresh on Santa Monica Blvd.

Famke Jansen shopping at Urban Outfitters in LA.

Winona Ryder carrying a ton of shopping bags coming out of Fred Segal.

Ed Norton and Salma Hayek having breakfast with a table full of super butch lezzies in LA.

Fred Schmidt from the B52s at a thrift store in DC.

The host of Survivor (can't remember his name) at a Costco in Scottsdale, AZ.

*slushy machine

R103 Damn I was on that bus too. Unfortunately, I held the Oscar and Shirley charged me $50.

Bea taking a juicy dump in Betty's trailer when I was dropping off script revisions. No craft services for me that day- she was nasty.

"Tearoom?"

I do not think I ever hear an actual person used that term. I have seen it in books about gay history and biographies. Was this subway incident back in the 1950s?

My sister was checking out neighborhoods in LA and went to a yard sale in one basically so she could see the inside and turns out it was Debbie Mazar's house and they talked for a while

FFS nobody under 105 years old was around when the NY subway restrooms were still open. Of course we wouldn't know WTF you were talking about with your antiquated "tearoom" bullshit.

[quote]Because I thought I was interacting with an adult gay man.

Why so fucking angry? I've never heard the expression subway tearoom. Sue me. Gay men have cruised in all sorts of odd places, yet I've never heard a subway bathroom called a "tearoom".

R121, was wynona running from the store with those bags or do u think she paid for it? If it was pre Saks Fifth Ave arrest, I bet she stole all that shit from Fred Segal.

PJ Harvey 'using' an 'euthanasia' art installation at the Museum of Modern Art in Hobart, Tasmania.

[quote]Fred Schmidt from the B52s at a thrift store in DC.

That would be Fred Schneider. I saw him in the audience, alone, at a SONY studios filming of a PBS Elvis Costello/Burt Bacharach special. The show was also aired on the old TRIO network on their series, "Sessions from West 52nd Street". TRIO was like PBS, Ovation and when A&E was an actual arts network.

Toni Collette was sitting near me, she was a hoot. Real funny and she talked some fans who recognized her. There were so many re-takes, most of the audience ended up talking to each other. I think I was there for 4 hours! A friend and I were sitting near Burt, he kept arguing that some songs needed to be re-done. At one point, Elvis looked exasperated. The back-up singers were giving Burt side-eye.

[quote]Why so angry?

Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not.

[quote]I've never heard a subway bathroom called a "tearoom".

I'm sure that's true.

[quote]I'm sure that's true.

Give it a rest old man, as R125 posted, what was this expression used during the 1950s?!

Why do you seem to find it hard to believe that a gay man has never heard this expression? I grew up in downtown NYC and heard tons of slang.

The only time I heard a gay person use "tea" as a slang expression was by a lesbian bartender at DoJo's, she was talking to a customer about going to a Sunday tea dance with her GF. The other slang meaning of "tea" is gossip.

[quote]Strangest place you've encountered a celebrity?

My bed. My bathtub...

You're so funny when you're angry, r133.

Steven Tyler at an Italian restaurant on Martha's Vineyard. He was wearing all white which was brave.

R135, why don't go find a tearoom somewhere. I'm sure a handful might still exist, you seem overly obsessed about this terminology.

r137, I simply mentioned tearooms. Everyone else seems to have a problem with that.

Ozzy and Sharon buying toys for their kids at Kaybee toy store, Kahala Mall, Honolulu, HI in the summer of 1990.

In my dining room eating lunch, Mario Lopez during his "Saved By the Bell" days.

And yes, it really is true. My roommate at the time was a PA on the show and he and Mario had just completed a workout and decided to get takeout. It was the only time that happened but I have to say that Mario was better-looking in person than he was on the small screen.

[quote] On a bus, Shirley Jones got on and was asking people if they wanted to see her "whore Oscar," and charging them $5.00 to touch it.

Was she driving it?

Didn’t happen to me, and not that strange, but this story just tickled me. JT has a home on an island off the coast of Maine, guess he might be here for the holidays. Last minute shopping at TJ Maxx.

Margaret Hamilton came to my kindergarten class and played games with us. This was right when WOZ began playing on TV but none of the kids knew her. I had a hard time believing her as a witch because she was as nice and sweet as can be.

Downtown Julie Brown swiped my cart at MDR's Costco while she was looking at the Marlene Dietrich DVDs. It was raining and she said my cart was dryer than hers.

Just saw Greg Louganis at Bed Bath and Beyond on Olympic and Bundy. His white hair makes him very noticeable. Years, maybe decades back, I saw Angela Lansbury there when the store was across the street. She was buying all sorts of Christmas shit and went through the store wearing sunglasses.

And a sighting I've told before but everyone loves: I saw Pia Zadora looking at the Nana Mouskouri albums (you couldn't miss those drippy covers) at the Tower on Sunset.

I have two that both happened at awards shows, so they're not strange places, but odd interactions.

The first happened when I performed as a back-up singer for one of the artists on an awards show, held at Radio City Music Hall - I think it was 1997 or 98 or so. We were early in the line-up of the night, so we were able to hang out in the green room for the rest of the night and enjoy the party with food and drink. Anyway, I was seated alone at the end of a not-very-large white leather sofa, a cheap one, I'm sure, rented for the occasion. I was looking off to my right when I felt the seat cushion pop up, sort-of bouncing me up a little as someone plopped down next to me. I giggled a little, as did the the man, who apologized for the disruption and asked if it was okay if he sat there. I stared into John Travolta's beautiful blue eyes and said, 'Of course!'. He was still in really great shape then, and his smile was mesmerizing.

On the second occasion, I was also at an awards show, held at The Beacon Theatre. During sound check, I was in the lobby of the balcony, bent over smelling a huge bouquet of flowers when I heard someone in an unmistakable voice say something like "Do they smell as good as they look?" As I popped up I was face to face with Rod Stewart. He bent over to smell them too, and we both looked at one another and said, "No!", and laughed.

Speaking of Rod Stewart, I now remember being backstage at some charity event in the late 90's. It was a fashion thing, and at one point Rachel Hunter, Rod Stewart's ex-wife, stood in front of me topless as she changed her outfit to whatever she was getting into next. Nice rack.

I also saw Buck Henry looking through girlie magazines at Circus of Books in WeHo the night Gilda Radner died.

Years ago I saw Pam Dawber shopping for Christmas decorations at Cost Plus World Market in West LA.

I chatted with Eddie "Carmine the Big Ragu" Mekka backstage at St. Edwards University in Austin back in the 90s. He was the guest artist for one of their plays and my brother was in the show.

About 10 years later I saw his lookalike, Fred Savage, waiting for takeout at Chin Chin on Sunset.

[quote]Not a celebrity, so I guess OT, but one of the most incongruous things I ever saw was a Hasidic Jew, replete with with black hat and suit, payot (side curls) and prayer shawl on his knees in a NYC subway tearoom, desperately gobling all the cock he could get.

Even the uncut ones?

[quote]I don't know if the black guys were bodyguards, roadies or band members but I found it strange that they would ask us if we knew her. What the hell was that about? Does she crave attention so much that she needs to be recognized?

Seriously -- who would do something that lame?

R129, my Winona Ryder sighting was in September 2000, so one year before she got busted for shop lifting at Saks. I did actually wonder if she had stolen anything from Fred Segal when I heard about her arrest.

Julianne Moore with her son in a tiny newspaper store in the West Village.

Colm Toibin the Irish writer in a Dublin sauna

My boyfriend and I were hiking this trail way way out in the middle of nowhere Northern California, we hadn't seen anyone for ages, when suddenly a person appears on the horizon coming our way -- it was Flea, we just crossed paths and nodded hello and kept going

As a teen Elaine Stritch on the street in a small Irish town. I recognized her from the Brit sitcom Two's Company-she noticed that iI I recognized her and smiled at me.

R75 I saw Rip Taylor at the Westway diner in midtown about a decade ago. I wanted to tear up my napkin and ask him to throw it on me but I was star struck and couldn’t speak.

Up the butt, Bob

John Cougar Mellencamp in a Kroger supermarket in Bloomington, Indiana. He was lurking around wondering if he'd be noticed---it was the faculty Kroger, rather the townie Kroger, so no one did, but I did. He was dressed up in leather but two tailored to be a townie.

Summer of 1990, I met Caspar Weinberger, former Secretary of Defense under Reagan, in San Francisco. I was working in a warehouse in the SOMA district of SF and ran into him in an alley behind my work place. He was surprised I recognized him and seemed upset. I asked him if he needed help and said no and quickly walked away.

I love "tearoom" and in Britain "cottaging"...such dainty terms for sucking random cock in very unclean places!

Stonefaced Alain Delon in a then run-down and unglamorous part of northeast Paris, leaving a restaurant with a tough-looking couple of guys. Word was around that he had underworld ties and it sure looked like it.

I once bumped into Markie Post in the frozen foods section at A&P. She was throwing a bag of frozen corn in her cart, and I made a joke about Carol Channing. We had a good laugh, and I went on my way.

[quote] I stood in line behind Jackie O at a corner deli on Lexington Ave. in the early 90s. What was she buying, you ask? Two packs of Marb Reds.

Being on assistance and all, she couldn't afford anything else.

[quote] I once bumped into Markie Post in the frozen foods section at A&P. She was throwing a bag of frozen corn in her cart, and I made a joke about Carol Channing. We had a good laugh, and I went on my way.

I'm glad she appreciates a good joke about Carol Channing defecating!

I tried the same joke once on Dr. Maya Angelou, and you would not believe the dirty look she gave me. Some people just have no sense of humor.

About 5 years ago, I encountered one of the other Baldwin brothers in a gas station in Canyon Lake, TX. He was big and beefy and talked in a loud voice like he was trying to attract attention. The clerk wasn't impressed as a lot of real celebrities like McBongo and Spur players have houses in the hills around there.

Another gas station, this one in Eastern Oregon, where I was filling up next to a somewhat stocky older man who seemed vaguely familiar, as if we might have once lived in the same neighborhood. We nodded in acknowledgement and went our separate ways. That night in the hotel, I caught a snippet of Legends of the Fall on tv and realized it had been Anthony Hopkins. I'm a big fan, but I didn't recognize him at all--i realized a lot of his impact has to do with his voice. Also he's really short in real life.

Ivana (the one and only Mrs. Trump) when I was a limo driver in the 80's. She was standing with her limo driver at the baggage carousel at Newark Airport. She was tiny with a good ten inches of hair and heels.

Alanis Morissette, around 1999 or so, in a tiny New Age shop (no longer there) on Queen West in Toronto. She couldn't have been nicer.

As a small child in a Target in suburban Ohio, I grabbed the hand of a woman I mistook for my mother. I was shocked when I looked up into the face of Shari Belafonte! I sheepishly apologized, and hurried off to find my mom.

Jackie O in the parking lot of Safeway in Middleburg, VA around 1988. She pulled up in a black station wagon and was wearing her riding gear. Hair pulled back with dark sunglasses. She knew she'd been recognized and was walking super fast.

As an aside, she lived part time in Upperville, VA and JFK Jr would fly into Dulles to visit her. A guy who worked at my school also worked part time as a chauffeur and would frequently pick him up at the airport. He said JFK Jr would regularly snort coke in the back seat.

Christmas eve maybe 8 years ago....I'm standing in an upscale tchotchke store on 5th Avenue in Park Slope looking at a tchotchke. A couple walk over and stand next to me and say something. I look up and it was Jake and Maggie Gyllenhaal. She lives in the neighborhood (not sure if she still does). That's it.

The hypergraphic multi-posting by one person/ID (who claims to have met a dozen or more celebrities around the world), while remonstrating another poster over using gay terminology referring to gay sex on a gay discussion board, a term that they claim to have not understood because they are of a too-refined nature, and providing a morality tale of a friend killed while having sex in a restroom ... It all reeks of a certain someone who is continually stinking up this place.

Harvey Weinstein sitting behind me at a performance of The Audience with Helen Mirren in London in 2013. His loud, booming voice was a giveaway. Mirren signed programmes after the show and she left with Harvey (and presumably his wife).

Actor Gordon Pinsent in the Yonge and Dundas centre in Toronto. He was very drunk but jovial and smiling.

Jeff Tweedy coming into the miniscule salon at which I was getting my hair cut in downtown Vancouver (no longer there). Wilco were playing in town that night. Wasn't a fan by any means, but deduced who he was from the conversation he was having with the other stylist; the place was smaller than my living room. He could not have been more down-to-earth, quiet, humble, normal, and cute. Gave Wilco a listen after that and didn't (don't) mind them at all; he sounds so pained on so much of their music, but he was as regular of a fellow as any.

Diane Keaton at the Rose Bowl flea market several years ago. She looked grungy and dirty.

I once got a phone call from Nana Mouskouri.

Ted Dansen and Mary Steenburgen at the Porte de Vanves flea market in Paris.

Sorry r24, Nancy D is not a fave here...that is just silly

Wow, that is very random, R174.

Please expand on that, R173.

Seriously people “Tearoom” is a very well known term given to any inside place where men will have anonymous coupling. If you didn’t know this then you are most likely ‘not living the life’ meaning most likely not a practicing homosexual.

Did you know that you can google these terms and usually find their meaning? Shame on you for being mean to the posters upthread. You do not appear to be ‘family’. This is a term used by homosexuals and lesbians to denote other homosexuals and lesbians. Please find another venue.

This concludes today’s lesson of gay slang-and possibly some pointers in being kind.

I ran into Margaret Hamilton in the tearoom of the Columbus Circle subway in the mid 70s.

She actually had a cup of tea and told me that the men there were so nice to her and kept asking her to say 'And your little dog too!'

One of the most incongruous things I ever saw was a Julianne More, replete with black hat and suit, payot (side curls) and prayer shawl on her knees in a NYC subway tearoom, desperately gobling all the cock she could get.

Jessica Lange at the Washington Square (NYC) dog run.

While a friend was visiting, Al Pacino and Eartha Kitt both called my home looking for him. At firstI thought it was someone making a practical joke. I was mistaken. Since he was out both times, I had lengthy conversations with each, taking messages and arranging times for him to return their calls. Pacino was actually formal and polite, but Eartha was unusually friendly and charming.

Nana Mouskouri called me once.

She was looking for Paul.

[quote]Seriously people “Tearoom” is a very well known term given to any inside place where men will have anonymous coupling. If you didn’t know this then you are most likely ‘not living the life’ meaning most likely not a practicing homosexual.

FFS what decade are you posting from? 'Tearoom' is an antiquated expression and many younger gay guys have no idea what it means. Cruising in public restrooms is not something that younger generations do, for the most part.

Peter Dinklage t the Washington square dog run. Big dog

Michael T Weiss in NYC 1995. Laden with xmas shopping I stumbled into a Pret a Porter on Broadway and a pair of legs were sticking out in the aisle, belonging to a guy reading the NYT. He apologised, smiled and let me pass. I sat by the window with my order and was aware of someone outside the store looking at me. It was Weiss. I was a little embarrassed so turned my chair and next thing he was staring and smiling at me , leaning against the outside scaffolding. Eventually plucked up the courage to have a chat with him, but as I was back to Europe for Xmas that afternoon, explained that I had to go. Lovely looking lad in person, athletic and trim, with absolutely beautiful eyes.

Waited on F. Murray Abraham at a restaurant in Pittsburgh.

Saw Matt Lauper, back when he had hair, schlepping his dry cleaning through the tunnels of Rock Center.

Ashley Judd, eating a slice, waiting on a friend who was inside the Rock Center post office. Absolutely glowing skin. Gorgeous.

Jack Nicholson repeatedly hailing cabs in front of my building (he was filming a scene for As Good As It Gets).

Steve Buscemi outside the 9th Street Y. John Turturro dining on 7th Ave in Park Slope. The camera does these two no favors. Both are actually handsome in person. No, really.

Silvia Miles in a bejeweled sweatshirt at an Evita screening at Lincoln Center, opening weekend.

Kurt Vonnegut at the Guggenheim.

Patti Smith and Marcia Gay Harden On the subway, separately.

Gérard Depardieu on my way home from a job interview. He was shooting a film scene with the guys who ended up directing The Intouchables (huge French hit some years back). An assistant director told me this directing team was going places. They were virtually unknown at the time.

Saw Susan Lucci in the gift shop at Falling Water, the Frank Lloyd Wright house, which is out in the middle of nowhere buttfuck western PA. Apparently she took a bus tour from nyc there because she was with a huge group. Biggest surreal moment for me.

[quote]Margaret Hamilton came to my kindergarten class and played games with us. This was right when WOZ began playing on TV but none of the kids knew her. I had a hard time believing her as a witch because she was as nice and sweet as can be.

She was a school teacher before turning to acting. She went to Wheelock College in Boston, which is a famous teachers school.

David Hyde Pierce on a packed Downtown local train. He must have been in a hurry to get to the theater and squeeze into the train at the last moment, face to face with me. We silently nodded an awkward hello, and then spent the remainder of the ride uncomfortably trying our best to ignore each other.

Jeanene Garofalo browsing through CDs at the Virgin Records Megastore at Sunset & Crescent Heights, many years ago.

The late Marcia Wallace (when she was alive, of course), looking at a diorama at the Museum of Natural History in Victoria, British Columbia.

Santa Barbara residents Dennis Miller and Denniz Franz (on different occasions) shopping at the Santa Barbara/Goleta Costco. And just the other day Dennis Franz was in line behind me as I was at the Santa Barbara AAA office to buy my car's registration sticker.

I waited several times on Anne Meara, Jerry, Amy, Christine and Ben Stiller. Anne was always friendly and funny. Jerry was usually polite, but quiet. Amy is a bit loud and crazy, but not too bad. Christine is naturally charming and beautiful. Ben, unfortunately, is difficult to please and an insulting asshole.

This is a bittersweet story for me.

I used to go to a tony-ish AA meeting in L.A. that was sort of out-of-the-way...but I still would get pretty selfconscious there because I get intimidated around celebs. I get very cool and don't want to seem impressed, which is the opposite of how I feel inside.

So I was helping to make coffee, and this guy came up and said, "Excuse me, do you know where the mens room is?" And without taking him in I just sort of tossed my head over in the direction of the stairwell, and he went off.

Then when the main speaker began talking, I was thinking, "That voice is VERY familiar." I put on my glasses and it was MY FAVORITE STAR FROM MY FAVORITE TV SHOW.....and he was the one who'd come up to me in the kitchen....all alone and lost!

It really made me think how my nerves were keeping me from really being "in the moment" and just dealing with people in a normal, one-on-one way. It's not like I blew our becoming BESTEST FRIENDS EVER or anything....but it would have been nice to have been more gracious and welcoming (he didn't usually go there) and have a real moment with him, rather than just blowing him off because I was uptight.

GOD, I LOVED THAT MAN ! ! !

So who was it?

[quote]R195 So who was it?

Of course I can't tell you! It's Alcoholics ANONYMOUS! But he is gorgeous and talented and humble.

Why, Lord....WHY ? ? ?

I LOVE THAT MAN ! ! !

I live in a small Canadian city that's a popular filming location because all our buildings are so fucking old.

Saw Louis Gossett Jr in a corner store buying gum and a can of diet Coke.

Saw Sharon Stone in a Zellers store buying socks.

Saw Michael Douglas gassing up a Bentley and using the cheapest gas I might add.

Saw Sean Young in an antique mall haggling about the price of a chair. That mall doesn't do haggling and she left without the chair.

Saw Jim Carrey driving downtown playing Metallica on the stereo.

Eddie Cibrian at an adult bookstore in Van Nuys, early 90's. He was wandering through the mags with a young lady friend, so no Cuban cigar was displayed in the video booths.

Beverly D'Angelo buying cabinet knobs at Koontz Hardware about 8 or 9 years ago.

[quote]R199 Beverly D'Angelo buying cabinet knobs at Koontz Hardware about 8 or 9 years ago.

The most scandalous report so far ! ! !

So very disappointing.

[quote] Saw Jim Carrey driving downtown playing Metallica on the stereo.

Too bad he never did an album of Christmas songs out of his ass.

Wilson Cruz at a deli in Hells Kitchen. It was late at night, we were both drunk and waiting on someone else, I was drunk enough that I had no filter and said "I loved My So-Called Life!" and we talked about MSCL and Glee (which had premiered that year).

The other celebrities encounters have all been more normal- on the street, at plays, bars, subway platform.

In the 1970s when I was in my 20s, I read a wonderful book called [italic]Chuck,[/italic] by Carl Sterland, whom I'd not heard of before. It was about a young man named Chuck (natch), who was raised fatherless, but discovered that a man he meets in Los Angeles may or may not be his father. There's almost a sexual involvement as Chuck and the man draw closer and closer together. Being raised fatherless myself, I not only completely identified with this story, but I felt every emotion experienced by Chuck.

The story impressed me so much that I did something I'd never done before—I wrote a two-page fan letter to the author, Carl Sterland, in care of the publisher, telling him how much his story affected me. Many weeks went by. Then, one Sunday afternoon I got a phone call. The voice on the line was instantly recognizable, and Rod McKuen didn't even have to identify himself. I was blown out of the water to actually be speaking to him. He was calling about my letter to Carl Sterland.

He told me that he'd read the novel, liked it, and was shopping it as a movie prospect. He was extremely interested in my opinion of the book, and we spent the better part of three or four hours discussing it. His questions and observations were extremely insightful—he [italic]knew[/italic] the book even better than I did, and I'd reread it once immediately after reading it the first time. It was probably the best phone conversation I've ever had in my life.

Unfortunately, nothing ever came of the idea of turning [italic]Chuck[/italic] into a movie, which is too bad, since I rely thought it was movie-worthy.

But the story doesn't end there. In writing this entry for DL, I found I have a need to reread the book, so I just looked for it online at Amazon…

Where I discovered—JUST NOW—that Carl Sterland is a pseudonym of Rod McKuen.

I do wish he'd told me that at the time.

I once took a shit that reminded me of Whoopi Goldberg. Does this count?

There used to be a rough tranny bar in New Orleans' French Quarter where you could see the strangest street people hanging out; it was like a Fellini film (as directed by John Waters) every night.

Occasionally you'd see a celebrity in there — Waters was there every time he was in town, and we saw Charles Nelson Reilly once. But the strangest one was Larry Linville (Frank Burns from M*A*S*H) sloppy drunk and struggling to play video poker while a tranny hooker draped herself across him. He was so drunk we weren't sure if he knew his new friend probably had a bigger dick than he did.

Prince Egon von Fürstenberg, Diane's first husband, in the meatrack between The Pines and Grove, around 5:00 in the morning back in the 1970s. He was walking around with two women who looked like models. They were all totally obnoxious, walking around, pointing out the couples who were making out and were giggling. They were asked to leave, didn't and were finally chased out with threats of physical violence.

(The troll is going to demand to know what a meatrack is and then lecture us on the immorality and disgustingness of anonymous sex.)

[quote]The troll is going to demand to know what a meatrack is and then lecture us on the immorality and disgustingness of anonymous sex.

I do question the sanitary quality of this “meat rack.” I certainly hope no one reused it after raw chicken had touched the surface!

Charlie Rose looking really really old about a decade ago in line for the bathroom at J&R in Manhattan

Charlie Rose aged tremendously early on due to his chronic alcoholism.

I frequently saw JFK Jr. in the few years before his death, when his offices were at 50th Street and Broadway, which is close to my apartment. After I got over my initial fascination of seeing how handsome and magnetic he was, it was fun to watch others faces as they recognized him. I saw him more than once on the Downtown #1 train platform with his bicycle - once a gaggle of 20 something girls screeched when they noticed him, just as the train pulled into the station and he boarded.

The most comical was, however, walking east on 50th and passing him walking west. We walked right by one another, and after we'd taken a couple of paces past each other, I turned around and caught him digging his underwear out of his butt. Well, you gotta get it out of there, right?

I last saw Brenda Vacarro at a mixed doubles Pickleball tournament last summer in Palm Springs. She couldn’t find a partner, mostly due to her reputation of being a sore loser.

Andrew Stevens at the post office. Short, but epic ass.

Molly Ringwald on the gay beach at Jones Beach one midweek day.

In LA you see celebrities all over so nothing really stands out. I saw Adam Sandler at the California Pizza Kitchen in Westwood many years ago. Not that strange but now that I think about it, it seems odd he'd be eating at a busy chain restaurant like that.

Saw Darren McGavin at the Century City mall food court back then too. He was in a wheelchair with a nurse or some kind of attendant. Sad to see him in that shape. He passed away a couple years later.

Rip Torn used to frequent the now-closed French Market in West Hollywood.

And not really a celebrity but John Palyok from Survivor Vanuatu used to work at the Best Buy in West Los Angeles. Maybe he still does. Weird seeing him there after he'd just been on TV but he didn't last very long and never appeared on any other seasons.

Go see if he'll sell you a VCR

Judge Judy at a what looks like a pretty small, nondescript steak house in Naples, FL. Actually I think their steaks way better than the "big food" name chains but not at all a place I'd expect to see any sort of celebrity. But then I heard "that voice" at the next table. Turns out she's a regular.

Also at a very unassuming Chicago restaurant waiting at the bar to be seated and had the weird feeling that people were staring at me until a couple of guys came up and asked the person next to me if she was Kristi Yamaguchi. Yup, she was. I didn't even notice her but a lot of people came up to her asking for autographs after that.

That has to be so weird for any celebrity who can't go anywhere without being recognized and approached by strangers just wanting to ask for an autograph or a few moments of their time.

Didn't approach either by the way.

Andre Braugher with his kids at a convenience store in Toronto.

[quote]As a small child in a Target in suburban Ohio, I grabbed the hand of a woman I mistook for my mother. I was shocked when I looked up into the face of Shari Belafonte! I sheepishly apologized, and hurried off to find my mom.

Speaking of Shari, I worked in an in-house art department for a company which Shari had done some modeling. One afternoon, she was walking though our art department with the Creative Director, who was a total poseur and all around asshole.

Shari stopped to chat with the graphics people and art directors, she stopped by my area to ask me about the photos on my wall, besides doing graphics, I also worked part time shooting music concerts. Shari complimented me on my photos, saying "You should do that full time! Those shots are really wonderful! You know exactly what to capture!"

The asshole Creative Director, who was a closet case and an all around talent-free jerk, tried to pull Shari away, he looked directly at me and said, "Stop bothering Shari! Get back to work!" He spoke to his staff as if we were children, the fact that he was so incompetent made the situation all the more laughable. Boy did Shari tell him off, she told him I wasn't bothering her at all and that she stopped to look at my photos!

Besides being so sweet, Shari was even more gorgeous in person, she had flawless skin and great teeth. After Shari left, we all joked about Shari taking down our asshole boss more than a few notches! Anytime a famous person came up to the art department, the idiot CA acted as if they were his best friend, most of the celebs had just met him that same day!

I went through the coal mine at the Chicago Museum of Science and Industry with Hugh Downs. Later I saw him doing some intros for a science show or something in the museum.

When I was a kid we were eating breakfast at the Blackstone Hotel in Omaha, and Frank Patton (the Sgt. on Gomer Pyle) was in the next booth eating by himself. He was in town doing dinner theater and he died just a few weeks later. My Mother chatted him up and he couldn't have been nicer.

I used to see Ewan McGregor at So Cal car shows. He would bring his old VW bus and chat with the other VW people. Jesse James and Sandra Bullock would often be there too.

[quote]There used to be a rough tranny bar in New Orleans' French Quarter where you could see the strangest street people hanging out; it was like a Fellini film (as directed by John Waters) every night.

Le Roundup?

[quote][R20], you saw Christopher Atkins at a nude beach? Was this when he was in his "Blue Lagoon" prime? I envy you!

R51. Yes, I saw Christopher Atkins naked at a nude beach many times. Black's Beach in San Diego. He was there often throughout the 1990s and early 2000s. So it was post-Blue Lagoon, but he still looked good.

It had been a tough week. I was looking forward to going to the mall on Saturday afternoon, which always relaxes me. I ran into Barbra Streisand. It was her mall.

My dad almost hit Jeffrey Jones with his car in Brentwood. He looked displeased.

I think I saw Yoko Ono pulling out of a Ralphs in Marina del Rey. She looked like her, and her license plate frame said “OH YES.”

On another occasion, I saw John Lydon and a male friend buying paper towels there.

George Lucas on a hiking trail a bit north of SF and former Dallas Cowboys running back Emmitt Smith on a walking path immediately south of SFO.

I did a double-take both times and both gave a little nod.

George Lucas on a hiking trail a bit north of SF and former Dallas Cowboys running back Emmitt Smith on a walking path immediately south of SFO.

I did a double-take both times and both gave a little nod.

I used to go with my friends Friday nights to Streisand's mall. We would always have a blast and ordered the kitchen sink in her ice cream parlor. James could always remember all the flavors of the scoops we wanted in it without writing them down. The multiplex only showed her movies. I can't tell you how many times we saw Yentl which always made us cry. I thought Patinkin was such a jewish hunk but of course couldn't tell my friends that.

It just bothered us when Streisand would follow us around. I guess she didn't want to pay for a security guard.

R227. You're welcome.

--R223.

Yes Thank you R223!

The time: early 1970s. The place: US Library of Congress in Washington, DC. The celebrity: Forrest Tucker.

Jarvis Cocker from Pulp queuing to see Shrek in the Holloway Odeon.

Sutton, R220, not Patton.

R224 Jeffrey Jones the registered sex offender that was in possession of pedophile images?

Maggie Gyllenhaal, with her mother and kids at the final performance of Sunday in the Park With George. She swept in at the last possible moment, sat a child on her knee and exhibited more glamour and grace than I would ever have expected. The child did not make a sound during the entire show and was enraptured with Uncle Jake.

I also saw John Cougar Mellecamp at a Labor Day church festival in Batesville IN in the late 80's - he was walking to his car - a Mercedes - in the lot. He was with some younger woman who carried the most enormous purse I'd ever seen.

Eric Bana and wife at a stasi prison in east Berlin.

I met John Travolta buying a knit ski cap for a male friend who was with him in a shop in Freeport, Maine on the day after Thanksgiving in 1997 or 1998.

[quote]Jeffrey Jones the registered sex offender that was in possession of pedophile images?

Is that so wrong?

I live in LA and don't cook so I see a lot of celebs at restaurants. A few memorable sightings:

John Cougar and Kelly Lynch at a booth at Little Doms.. As soon as they left, I was given their table - my ass now warmed by Cougar ass.

During a jam-packed Saturday night at Palm in Weho, Bonnie Franklin and Adam Duritz sitting at the bar, their backs to each other.

At Mr. Chow's -- Regis, DeNiro and Ringo all at different tables (Eddie Griffin was there too but he doesn't count).

Waiting for my car outside the Ivy next to Kevin Bacon. My friend joked "how many degrees of separation is this?" He smiled politely.

Also, David Hyde Pierce at Restoration Hardware in Pasadena looking at sconces, of all things.

r74 is okay but I feel I'm the REAL winner. r2

In 1982 my brother and I saw John Candy coming out of a beer store with a case of Labatt's 50. We were starstruck and just stood there watching him walk past as he said, "Morning".

That’s the one, R233. I’m not sure whether he was in the crosswalk too early or whether my dad just didn’t see him, or whether perhaps the power of karma compelled him.

French actor Lambert Wilson in Port Au Prince, Haiti. My mom has seen him on obscure hiking trails in France a couple of times, too.

Way back in the stone age, I used to see Christopher Atkins in the Gym everyday. Before you ask, no, never in the locker room. It was just after his big debut in Blue Lagoon and he may have been a bit full of himself. He would have an entourage with him including one swami. Seriously.

I was a bank teller in Encino in the 80s down the street from the Jackson compound, so we serviced alot of the family. Mostly Tito and DeeDee would come in. All very friendly. The wives always seemed...medicated. Mama Jackson always came in to do the big money stuff. Michael came in once, didn't say a word to any of us. Always got free front row tickets to Jackson concerts.

Worked at a JCP in the Valley around the same time for Christmas .Kristy McNichol came in and was looking at the mens Jewelry counter. One of my co workers ran behind the counter to help her. Kristy didn't say a word or even look up, just tapped on the counter with her nails to indicate what she wanted. My co-worker looked at her and said "Say Please."

More recently, Woody Allen filming just a few feet from my front door in the Village

I saw Kim Fields (Tootie from Facts of Life) at IHOP in Harlem about 10 years ago.

Back in the early 80’s, I boarded a subway in New York, sat down, took out the book I’d been reading, and happened to idly look across the aisle.

There was Mother Teresa, wearing her blue-edged white sari, seated next to another woman, dressed in typical American clothes, having a conversation.

I went back to my book.

Ann B. Davis at a prayer meeting/born again rally in the late 70s with my parents. At the time she was living in Denver in some religious community.

Stockyard Channing at an indoor flea market in Maine. She was wearing a pair of those big black Jackie O. shades.

Buddy Hackett and Cesar Romero buying Dilly Bars in a small town Dairy Queen in Arizona.

[quote]Jeff Stryker at a gallery opening in WeHo. This was 20 years ago, but he was hot AF. Very friendly.

Friendly enough to invite you to "Suck my big dick. You know you want it"?

I love you R249.

[quote]Marb Reds

No.

r169, who the FUCK are you talking about?

Yes, r252. That's what she was buying.

John Denver, in the back of a Senate hearing room.

Zsa Zsa in the parking garage of the Bank of America on Wilshire in BH.

David Begalman at Mr Chow's in Beverly Hills. Warren Beatty at a restaurant in Bel Air

Jason Statham at the Burbank Ikea about 15 years ago.

I live in NYC and work in the business, so I see celebrities on the street all the time, plus have worked with some and met many. But the strangest encounter was years ago sometime in the 80s when my local supermarket was reopening as a Food Emporium. I went to check it out, watching as people wandered the aisles, oohing and aahing. As I got to the meat section, I did a double take as there was Frank Perdue handing out coupons or something. A woman walked by and yelled, "MR. MADOO! MR. MADOO!!" I guess it wasn't strange that Frank Perdue, who one saw in those days on TV all the time, popped up in a meat dept., but to find him in one's OWN meat dept...

Random but true: I took an extension class in American Sign Language at a community college and Julie Newmar was one of the students. She had to be in her 60s — tall and statuesque, always dressed like a dancer on her day off.

She was friendly enough but clearly eccentric, talking to herself constantly throughout the class. The instructor would teach us a sign and she would mutter, "Oh, of course it is" or "That makes sense."

Some of the younger people in the class obviously didn't know who she was and seemed to presume she was just a crazy rich woman.

R260, I saw Newmar at UCLA extension in the '80s. She said in that very slow, odd, sensual way "where is the ladies' room?"

r261 - how funny. I wonder if she filled her time by taking a lot of classes. She certainly had the money to retire.

Where did Julie Newmar get all her money?

R262, I didn't even think of the sighting until R260. I did remember that she looked great and she could still turn on the sex appeal. But I agree, maybe she just takes a lot of classes because she enjoys it. Kinda cool, really.

[quote]Where did Julie Newmar get all her money?

Real estate investments. I read in the L.A. Times that she invested on Fairfax Avenue in West Hollywood when it was cheap.

I'm at the 1973 National Boy Scout Jamboree, and a few of us are walking down a dirt road in the middle of nowhere when this big black Cadillac limo (think the end of Blazing Saddles) comes toward us, stops, and out pops Colonel Sanders. He shakes our hands, gives us each a Kentucky Fried Chicken ballpoint pen with his head as the clicker, gets back in the limo and drives off.

The whole encounter couldn't have lasted 60 seconds, and left us all standing there clicking out new pens and wondering WTF just happened.

[quote]FFS what decade are you posting from? 'Tearoom' is an antiquated expression and many younger gay guys have no idea what it means. Cruising in public restrooms is not something that younger generations do, for the most part.

By the same token you wouldn’t know what a dialtone or a bonnet are either, r184? You trying to justify your ignorance by saying you’re too young to know just cracks me up.

In 2013, I went to Munich to visit my host student/son and to finally meet his family. On German Unity Day, we had planned on going to Zugspitze, but it was overwhelmingly busy so we opted for Herzogstand instead. After taking the cable car up and enjoying time on the summit, we began our hike down the mountain. We were not in a hurry, but it was getting late into the afternoon and I was ahead of the group when I passed a guy on the trail. I said, "hallo," and kept walking. Not even a minute later, my son's girlfriend shouted my last name and told me to wait for them. When they caught up with me, she had this shocked look on her face and asked, "Do you know what you just did? Do you know who that was?" I answered that I did not and asked if I had committed some act of cultural offense. "No, offense to our culture, but you did insult one of the biggest movie stars in all of Germany. He's like our Tom Cruise. You didn't stop and ask for an autograph and you kept walking. He turned and stared at you for a bit before walking. He's going to need therapy now." I thought this was odd, but when we got back to the family home, she told the story and every single person there said he was going to have to have therapy for that because of his ego. His name was Matthias Schweighöfer. I still haven't watched a movie with him in it though.

Dame Ruta Lee in line in front of me at a Ralph's in Palm Springs about ten years ago.

r267 words like dialtone and bonnet were used throughout the population all over the country. A word like tearoom is from a very small subculture in certain concentrated populations around a handful of urban centers. Hardly comparable.

R270, what country? I know "bonnet" means something car-related in England, whereas here in the US it refers to a fancy women's hat. Or is there some other meaning that has eluded me thus far?

Faye Dunaway in a dark parking lot outside an AA meeting in Beverly Hills.

Angela Lansbury as I was heading to the departure ramp at Dublin Airport, and she was coming down the ramp from immigration. Tall lady.

Redd Foxx went down on me at a Del Taco on Pico

Well, that was anonymous of you, R272.

Alan Alda at NYu Shcool of Law. Total fucking putz.

[Quote] Waiting for my car outside the Ivy next to Kevin Bacon. My friend joked "how many degrees of separation is this?" He smiled politely.

LOL

[quote]R272 Faye Dunaway in a dark parking lot outside an AA meeting in Beverly Hills.

It's okay to talk about you being at an AA meeting, if you were, but it's not cool to identify other people, implying they were attending.

Some drunks who need help might stay away from meetings when they're reminded they could be outed. And god knows life would be easier if all our drunkie friends got sober!

It would be kind of you to keep that in mind when you want to out an AA member, famous or not, in the future,

The person going on about the "tearoom" is a bitter old queen. Ignore.

Just because a lot of younger gays have never heard the terminology, some weirdo wants to continue beating a dead horse!

Comparing the words dial tone and bonnet was just absurd. Bonnet does mean something different in the UK and they also call the trunk of a car, a car boot. Suspenders in the UK are womens garter belts. A garage in the UK is a gas station etc. Same words, difference meanings.

She was probably picking up somebody else.

[quote]R280 She was probably picking up somebody else.

R181 And that's what I was looking for!

I would guess that your “friend” was famously hung r182. That would explain all of that very well.

[quote]Julianne Moore with her son in a tiny newspaper store in the West Village.

Is that so strange? She lives in the neighborhood.

R187 buscemi is beautiful on film to me so I envy you

R205 it would be great if you could start a thread about interesting NO places.

A college friend of mine worked at PJ Clarke's in the late 70's. He told me about the literary sports crowd that came in more than actors/actresses. He also told me even as his friend I would never get in (!) but he regaled with stories about Mike Lupica, Bud Collins. Before I guess Kathie Lee came into his life, Frank Gifford would come in with Kathleen Sullivan on Sunday nights.

OK, OP, what's the rest of the story? We know you followed him to a booth. How big was his cock?

R15, is it possible that on the phone Mr. Shore thought you were a girl?

R16, why was Copland conducting in the men's room?

I was recently in Taos doing research on a book that I hope to publish about Mexicans, when I was weedling away an afternoon at a local antique shop. I was looking at an old pair of leopard print pajamas that, allegedly, belonged to Sybill Jason (aka the skullery girl in "The Little Princess" 1939) when who should traipse in the door but Miss D herself. She was gorgeous, all cotton candy hair and succulent breasts. I couldn't help but fix my gaze on the bounty that was Dolly. She must have caught me staring at her because she sashayed on over in her red cowboy boots and tight Sergio Valenti's and said, "Hi, I'm Dolly!". I responded, that, of course, I knew who she was. I told her that she looked amazing for a woman of her age or any age for that matter and she said, "Well, my granny always told me that it's easier to pick cotton with your teeth than to dance a reel with Marshall McCluhan". I agreed. Dolly asked me what I was doing and I told her about the alleged Sybil Jason socks and she said that she was a huge fan of her work. We continued talking for about a half an hour when finally Dolly asked if I would like her to buy the pajamas for me. I told her that she didn't have to, but she said that it would be her pleasure and that she would love to see me try them on. At that moment, I became very excited. My girl mayo flew out of my HAM faster than you can say "I wanna finger fuck a hick singer".

After purchasing the aforementioned pajamas, Dolly and I hopped on the back of her vespa and cruised on over to her hotel, she was staying at the Sheridan Taos North Shore. As I got off the vespa and walked toward the front entrance, Dolly stopped me and informed me that due to her celebrity we would have to go in the back way, I found out not too much later exactly what she meant.

We walked to the back of the hotel by the restaurant dumpster and Dolly peeled herself out of her jeans though she kept her white sweater with the beaded photo of Fred "Rerun" Berry on the whole time. I just stood there, thinking that we were going to go in the back door, but Dolly told me that she really wanted to see my Typhoid Goldfish. So, shrugging my shoulders I pulled off my jodhpurs and showed the goods. But Dolly didn't have too much interest in my downtown lips. Rather she turned me around and started massaging my good old brown eye with her index finger and a plastic cup with the phrase "You wanna get laid? Stick yer head up a chicken's ass and wait" emblazoned across it. Well the next thing I know I am in ecstasy and Dolly is having a good time too, judging by her grunting and groaning to the tune of "Straight Talk" one of her biggest hits and a personal favorite of mine. Apparantly, I was having a little too much fun as I didn't seem to notice the stool that started sliding out of my ghetto pucker and all over Dolly's sweater. Soon, I realized I had no control over my bowels and it wasn't just because of Ms. D (the other Ms. D that is! LOL!!!), those Snackwell crumb cakes with Olestra that tasted so good the night before as I sipped on Harvey's Bristol Creme while watching a Dukes of Hazzard marathon were now coming back to haunt me. "No need to worry" Dolly informed me. "I grew up in Tennessee, where a girl knows what to do with an unexpected handful or mouthful of shit."

Boy was I relieved as Dolly proceeded to roll up her sleeves and get to work on my butthole. We spent the next two hours behind the dumpster in pure ecstasy. I found out a lot of fantastic things about Ms. D. She has never had breast implants for starters (those babies are all hers!) and unlike most woman that I have been inside of, her breasts come out of her shoulders. Also, not only does Ms. D shave the HAM, but it is also pierced with a chain hanging from which is a gorilla's fist. Apparantly, this was a present from her longime gal pal Beth Howland.

I was recently in Taos doing research on a book that I hope to publish about Mexicans, when I was weedling away an afternoon at a local antique shop. I was looking at an old pair of leopard print pajamas that, allegedly, belonged to Sybill Jason (aka the skullery girl in "The Little Princess" 1939) when who should traipse in the door but Miss D herself. She was gorgeous, all cotton candy hair and succulent breasts. I couldn't help but fix my gaze on the bounty that was Dolly. She must have caught me staring at her because she sashayed on over in her red cowboy boots and tight Sergio Valenti's and said, "Hi, I'm Dolly!". I responded, that, of course, I knew who she was. I told her that she looked amazing for a woman of her age or any age for that matter and she said, "Well, my granny always told me that it's easier to pick cotton with your teeth than to dance a reel with Marshall McCluhan". I agreed. Dolly asked me what I was doing and I told her about the alleged Sybil Jason socks and she said that she was a huge fan of her work. We continued talking for about a half an hour when finally Dolly asked if I would like her to buy the pajamas for me. I told her that she didn't have to, but she said that it would be her pleasure and that she would love to see me try them on. At that moment, I became very excited. My girl mayo flew out of my HAM faster than you can say "I wanna finger fuck a hick singer".

After purchasing the aforementioned pajamas, Dolly and I hopped on the back of her vespa and cruised on over to her hotel, she was staying at the Sheridan Taos North Shore. As I got off the vespa and walked toward the front entrance, Dolly stopped me and informed me that due to her celebrity we would have to go in the back way, I found out not too much later exactly what she meant.

We walked to the back of the hotel by the restaurant dumpster and Dolly peeled herself out of her jeans though she kept her white sweater with the beaded photo of Fred "Rerun" Berry on the whole time. I just stood there, thinking that we were going to go in the back door, but Dolly told me that she really wanted to see my Typhoid Goldfish. So, shrugging my shoulders I pulled off my jodhpurs and showed the goods. But Dolly didn't have too much interest in my downtown lips. Rather she turned me around and started massaging my good old brown eye with her index finger and a plastic cup with the phrase "You wanna get laid? Stick yer head up a chicken's ass and wait" emblazoned across it. Well the next thing I know I am in ecstasy and Dolly is having a good time too, judging by her grunting and groaning to the tune of "Straight Talk" one of her biggest hits and a personal favorite of mine. Apparantly, I was having a little too much fun as I didn't seem to notice the stool that started sliding out of my ghetto pucker and all over Dolly's sweater. Soon, I realized I had no control over my bowels and it wasn't just because of Ms. D (the other Ms. D that is! LOL!!!), those Snackwell crumb cakes with Olestra that tasted so good the night before as I sipped on Harvey's Bristol Creme while watching a Dukes of Hazzard marathon were now coming back to haunt me. "No need to worry" Dolly informed me. "I grew up in Tennessee, where a girl knows what to do with an unexpected handful or mouthful of shit."

To continue:

Boy was I relieved as Dolly proceeded to roll up her sleeves and get to work on my butthole. We spent the next two hours behind the dumpster in pure ecstasy. I found out a lot of fantastic things about Ms. D. She has never had breast implants for starters (those babies are all hers!) and unlike most woman that I have been inside of, her breasts come out of her shoulders. Also, not only does Ms. D shave the HAM, but it is also pierced with a chain hanging from which is a gorilla's fist. Apparantly, this was a present from her longime gal pal Beth Howland.

Needless to say, after I shot my Lady Load for the eighth time that afternoon. Dolly and I collapsed in a heap on top of this large glass tank that contained numerous hard boiled eggs in some sort of green fluid. I looked up at Dolly as she rested and she was so adorable lying there with Fred "Rerun" Berry peering off of her ample bosom, feces smeared all over her hands, face, neck, thighs, and back. She started to snore slightly and that was my cue to amscray. I got up, pulled out an errant soup can lid that was lodged inside of me ang got myself together and went back in to town.

I never did get back those pajamas.

About 35 years ago I was in line at a bakery on the Upper West Side. Susan Sarandon cuts in front of me and tells the counter person that her little kid needs to use the bathroom. Just think, if I had "intervened" then, maybe HRC would be POTUS...

Ethel Merman at the back of the orchestra of the Imperial Theatre, just before a performance of Gypsy.

I was very young, sitting on the house-right aisle seat with my older cousin, when I heard a man ask whoever was behind me if he would give up his seat so the star could sit before her entrance.

I was shocked, because I couldn't understand why she was in the auditorium at all. But then came the overture, and the show started, and she made her famous entrance down the aisle. I never looked behind me when she was sitting there, so I don't know if this is really an encounter.

R284 I guess not.

R294, that was Big Time. Who cares if it wasn't an encounter.

Many years ago, I saw Joel Grey having sex with a much younger, much better looking man, in the dunes adjacent to a gay beach.

[quote]I saw Kim Fields (Tootie from Facts of Life) at IHOP in Harlem about 10 years ago.

Were you seated at one of the tables in her station?

Lil Emmanuel Lewis coming out of a showing of Purple Rain in Westwood. Yvette Mimieux walking down the hall of a Brentwood law office. Doug Barr at a wedding reception. Earl Holliman at a Thriftys buying licorice.

r286 any Lupica stories? He got up his own ass toward the end of his career, as they all seem to do (except Tosches because he's too cynical) but he was one of the last, great old school sports/life writers.

Once, in my senior year at Swarthmore in '62, old alum and fellow Sigma Chi sister Miss Dorothy Kilgallen graced us with her presence at our "Segregation Today, Segration Tomorrow, Segregation Forever" annual jamboree!

[quote]R288 is it possible that on the phone Mr. Shore thought you were a girl?

You know, I never thought of that. It's possible.

Though, my boss would usually mention my name here and there in discussions with clients. He'd say, "_____ will take that information when you call back," or, "I'll have _____ email you the forms," or whatever. I always assumed Shore knew my name....but maybe he didn't! THAT would have been an awkward first date, if he ever asked me out!!

On a side note: I get him mixed up with that other comic, who's a germophobe : (

Julie Newmar judged a hunter/jumper horse show I was in during the late 80’s in Oklahoma City of all places. She was an uber bitch but gorgeous.

She really excelled as a dancer...which doesn't provide much of a long lasting career, unfortunately.

Her body was AMAZING, though. She was 5'11"

Merry Christmas, R290!

Wolf Blitzer dropping off his Lexus for service

R301 Miriam Highbrow-Snowcroft must have started life off as Michael Highbrow.

What I heard about Lupica is his lust for 70's era Chrissie Evert who used to hang/flirt with male sportswriters. I don't think Chrissie saw Lupica as her type. He loved to call b.s. on humorless tennis players and tweaked Saint Billie Jean a few times to the point where she would spit at him if she saw him.

In a Montreal bar in 1984, Andre The Giant ordering four bottles of cognac. There were only two other people at his table so I imagine he polished off most of the bottles himself.

Joe Namath and Tiny Tim in an elevator in a hotel in Birmingham. (same day--different elevator ride)

R303 - I think that goes with the territory. My grandmother judged hunter jumper events in the 60s and 70s at National horse shows. She was also an Uber bitch. She was at her nastiest when she judged dressage.

Judge Judy and her husband holding hands on Rodeo drive.

Is it really strange to run into Woody Allen and Diane Keaton on E. 86th in 1977? They stopped to talk to us. She thought I was someone she knew.

Cloris Leachman at Santa Monica Pier.

Cloris Leachman's son on 8th Avenue in Chelsea, in the '90s.

Anything to get away from whatever conversation she was having with Allen, R313.

In the 90's I use to see Jack Lord weekly on Saturday Morning in front of Safeway in Hawaii, I think he had a dusting of dementia at the time but was always cordial and smiling.

Mario cantone, all coked out, at the bathhouse

[quote]any Lupica stories? He got up his own ass toward the end of his career, as they all seem to do (except Tosches because he's too cynical) but he was one of the last, great old school sports/life writers.

End of his career? Never followed sports, but I do remember Mike's sport column for The New York Daily News, I commented to my partner, Mike looked exactly like an ex-boss.

Mike now writes political commentary for the same paper, he despises Trump.

Demi Moore at a hotel in Birmingham, Michigan in town for a doll convention in Troy, Michigan. She is a collector and travels around the country attending them.

Julianne Moore at Dave's Jeans in Chelsea. She was there with a stunning guy who seemed to be a model and helping him pick out jeans. The three of us were in the dressing area and sharing the mirror. She was short.

Many many years ago I was walking up the west side of 5th Ave with my head kind of down which is how I walk plowing ahead when I suddenly look up and right in front of me are Meryl Streep and Robert DeNiro having a conversation holding Christmas presents. I think well that's really strange. I then realize I'm in front of Rizzoli's and then look around and there is a movie production crew. I don't know why it wasn't cordoned off and why I wasn't stopped before I practically bumped into them. I then just continued walking.

Still don't know what movie it was.

I got in a Tom Cruise crowd scene that way, R322, on the Mall in DC.

I’ve run onto Allison Janney, Mario Lopez, Laurie Metcalf, Tonya Roberts, and Della Reese. All at Michael’s Crafts.

Back when I worked at NYU...

Julianne Moore having lunch at Dojo on West 4th Street. I was leaving and trying to get passed her and almost knocked her coat off the back of her chair. I apologized and she just laughed.

Michelle Williams at the Waverly Diner during her Dawson's Creek days. Seemed annoyed that people recognized her.

David Blaine wanted me to get him into the NYU library where two students had jumped from the 12th floor to the atrium several weeks before. Apparently, he's a suicide groupie. Wore sweatpants, looked kind of sloppy and needed deodorant. He didn't understand why I thought that was really offensive. His friend kept telling him "Let's go already".

Hardly considered a celebrity, but Ben Curtis, that annoying "Dude, you're getting a Dell" kid wandering around the area several times.

Back in the late 80s... while visiting my family in northern California, saw Sammy Davis Jr. in the gift shop at Harrah's in Lake Tahoe. He said "Hi, guys" to me and my cousins. To this day, I have no idea why my aunt and uncle thought it was a good idea to take me and my two cousins to a casino when we were all under 21.

"Who is Taylor Dayne?"

A lesbian pop, "dance-pop" singer who has a horrible nose job and lip enhancement.

R322: it was called Falling in Love from 1984.

Sitting in first class on a united flight from LA to NYC. Right before they closed the door Mary Tyler Moore and her assistant sat across the aisle from me. I thought it was odd that Mary sat in the aisle seat not the window. The flight crew did a pretty good job of keeping the first class cabin private. About 2 hours into the flight we glanced at each other at the same time. I said hello, and so did she. She refused to sign autographs and her assistant told people more than once that they wanted to be left alone. Really cold.

Sucked an uncut dick dry in a glory hole in an east village club in the late 80s and even did extensive post-O stimulation and the random guy grunted like he was being murdered but stayed in the hole like a pro.

He turned to leave and it was none other than George Michael.

What is "extensive post-O stimulation ?"

Continuing to stimulate the glans after it is extremely sensitive after orgasm.

Since I spent 10 years in LA, I can't believe more aren't coming to mind.

While having lunch on the tiny terrace of a casual restaurant in Positano, the only other table was occupied by Sophia Loren and two obviously close women friends. My Italian is weak, but I understood the friends were teasing her about the outlandish necklace was wearing, and she was having a great time. She has a great smile and hearty laugh.

My partner and I pretended (obviously not very well) that we had no idea who she was. As she was leaving, she stopped at our table for a few seconds and thanked us (in English) for respecting her privacy. When we asked for our bill, the waiter told us our friend had insisted that we be her guests.

Joel Siegel (Entertainment critic) on West 67th Street in NY near Lincoln Center, the block where the ABC Studios are (or were) located. I gave him a friendly smile and a "Good Morning, Mr. Siegel." He rolled his eyes. Make of it what you will.

Danny DeVito & Rhea Perlman in Riverside Park, pushing a baby stroller (them, not me), and when I waved and smiled at them, I got a most sincere wave and a smile back. I was truly sad years later when I heard their marriage ended.

Ed Koch (NYC Mayor and DL fodder, I'm sure), who was AMAZING; he saw me struggling to carry a piece of heavy equipment at 2nd Avenue Street Fair and, without being asked, he lifted the other side and helped me carry it onstage, in a suit and everything! People can say what they want about Ed Koch, but I'll never forget his simple kindness to me that day.

I saw former LA critic Gary Franklin in front of the Pussycat Theater insisting that he get a discount.

[quote]R328 we glanced at each other at the same time....her assistant told people more than once that they wanted to be left alone. Really cold.

"Earl Holliman...buying licorice."

Were they licorice whips?

OMG, r322, I was in that scene! I was doing extra work and, early in the day, got pulled out of the crowd to ring up "Meryl and Bobby's" purchases. I stood there all day, and then the director came in and got rid of me and brought in a pretty young girl instead and I got to walk back and forth outside, freezing in the rain. Ah, Show biz!

I rang up Exene Cervenka at a convenience store while working my way through college in 1983. She was cold, frowny and snarly.

A pre-GG/post-Maude drunk Rue McClanahan stumbled over me in an old repertory cinema in downtown LA. She giggled and plopped down into a seat near mine.

Wilt Chamberlain lifted weights next to me at a UCLA gym.

Matt LeBlanc pulled up on his motorcycle at Nepenthe in Big Sur, strode around near the table where I was sitting, took in the view, and jumped back onto his motorcycle.

I made eye contact with Suzanne Somers outside a health food store in Venice Beach in 1980. She looked at me with a "please leave me alone" expression, and I did exactly that.

I encountered Laura Bush last year at the Dallas Opera. She (and a couple of Secret Service men) had carefully maneuver between a few empty tables in opera house lounge to get to her box seat. She paused at my table for moment, smiled and said "Hello" and keep walking,

I hope you avoided the parking lot when she left R340.

I think this qualifies. About 10 years ago I was with my mom shopping at the mall in Savannah, GA. She was hungry and suggested we stop at the Piccadilly cafeteria. We pushed our trays down the line and then walked around to find a table. we walked by two tables pushed together and a few people standing around a man seated there with his back to us. We found a table and after sitting down I was able to see who the man was - Little Richard. And he had on more makeup than RuPaul. Honestly, he was holding court in a damn cafeteria in Savannah, GA. I did not go go kiss his ring.

I love R336

[quote] Who is Taylor Dayne?

((((((((((((((((( GASP )))))))))))))))))))

I love R341.

All three Hanson brothers at Panda Express in Culver City

[quote]All three Hanson brothers at Panda Express in Culver City

So they happened to all have had the same shift that day?

In the spring of 1986, I vacationed in Cabo San Lucas with my best friend & her parents. (we were 18 yrs old/h.s. seniors). We stayed at the small, exclusive Twin Dolphin resort. (which is now gone, replaced by a mega-resort/vacation homes). If you were there for a week, you sorta got to know everyone who was staying there -- in the dining room, or by the pool, swim-up bar, etc. .

Susan Dey was staying there with her older boyfriend (now husband), recovering from knee surgery. We were like, "OMG, Laurie Partridge?! Where the hell has she been?!" We were exactly the right age to have grown up on The Partridge Family....AND be catty enough to laugh at her then "has-been" status (having grown up around the biz). We talked to her a couple times, and she was actually pretty friendly. She was wasted, or very hungover, most of the time...... but friendly. She'd just had arthroscopic surgery on her knee, and was limping around. She told us she'd just shot a pilot.....about lawyers in L.A., and to look for it. We were like, "Sure, okay." We were just gassing on the fact that Laurie Partridge was staggering around drunk, at our resort.

Flash forward about a year. L.A. LAW was a HIT, and Susan Dey was nominated for an Emmy. I was cycling up San Vicente from the beach, slowly (slight incline) and saw a convertible BMW waiting to turn onto San Vicente around 17th st. Susan Dey was driving, and the same older dude was in passenger seat. She stared at me as I passed in front of them. I yelled out/waved, "Hey Susan!!! Twin Dolphin, Cabo!!!" She beeped at me, and they both waved at me, in recognition.

And that's my Susan Dey story.

Elliot Gould naked in the steam room at Spectrum gym in West LA

Senator Ted Kennedy climbing the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, early summer 1969. My father nodded at him and said "Hello, Senator" (I was a young pre-gayling of 10 at the time)

Just a few weeks later he'd be swimming for his life, both literally and politically. That scamp Teddy!

I saw Julianne Moore at a dental office in NYC back in 2008. She was quite friendly with the receptionist when she was leaving. She was by herself.

My dad and stepmom live in the same Long Island town where Kate McKinnon is from. Last year around the holidays, we saw her leaving the CVS pharmacy and getting into a car. She is quite thin and her coat seemed way too big.

Dan Blocker "Bonanza" circa 1969, at the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. I was standing with my parents and sister, Blocker walked by and said "Hello, little fella".

Sorry r278 but r272 never said they saw FD INSIDE THE MEETING, they did not imply it either -they said they saw her in a dark parking lot outside the meeting. She most certainly could have driven someone there and could have been waiting on someone else who attended to drive them home, or could have patronized another business. The only implication I got from the post is they r272 had just exited the meeting or they too could have also been waiting on someone who attended the meeting.

R349...Oh Daddy!

Anna Kendrick at larchmont veterinary hospital. She had a puss in a cage.

R333, great story!

[quote] Seriously people “Tearoom” is a very well known term given to any inside place where men will have anonymous coupling. If you didn’t know this then you are most likely ‘not living the life’ meaning most likely not a practicing homosexual.

Are you posting through a time warp? That term has been obsolete for about thirty-five years.

R357 more like 45 years. LOL

R75 That would make a fabulous book. The Mormon and The Confetti Queen Shacking Up.

The Dandy Warhols at the Faultline in LA

Stacey Q at the Eagle in LA

Brian Boitano at the Watergarden in San Jose

Anthony Edwards in an elevator at Cedars Sinai West.

Different day, same building -- Adrian Brody in the waiting room of my dentist. (Reeked of cigarettes, visiting the dentist.)

r361 As a clueless, foreign flyover I'm almost afraid to ask what the "Watergarden" is.

80's Paradise Valley AZ Dick Van Dyke came in our store to buy a VCR, he bought the display since it was the last one. Super smiley, nice and signed autographs for anyone who asked. Classy.

Lily Tomlin and an older lady (may have been her mother, this is like 15 years ago now) sitting down and eating at Wendy's on Sunset Blvd. Very odd seeing a celebrity sitting down to eat in a fast food joint.

I once saw Bruce Dern in a McDonalds. I've had hundreds of celebrity encounters, but those are the two that stick out as having been in odd places.

During the span of about a year, my partner used to see this cute British Pakistani guy at the Punjabi Grocery & Deli on E. 1st quite frequently. One day, they got to talking, the cute guy told my partner that he was staying in the neighborhood at his GF's apartment while filming a series for HBO. Turns out the guy was Riz Ahmed, he was in NYC filming The Night Of.

My partner said, Riz was very warm and engaging, but he wasn't sure if Riz was flirting, just that he was super friendly and wasn't what he expected of an actor. For a gay man, my partner has bad gaydar! Riz raved that his GF's apartment was amazing, a duplex with three bedrooms and a terrace, Riz explained the place had been refurbished, it was in an old building. My partner no longer lives in that area, he has no idea if Riz's GF still has an apartment down there or even if Riz is still with the same woman. But he does remember what a decent warm man Riz was. Despite Riz having a few films out, my partner had no idea who Riz was at the time.

Years ago, a close friend lived in the same building as jazz trumpeter Chris Botti, it was on Horatio Street. Chris looked nothing like he does these days, he kept his hair it's natural color, light brown, it was longer and curly. Chris had great hair. It wasn't until years later, when I met Chris at some event, that I told him I realized he lived in the same building as a close friend. Chris told me he really loved the area and was sad about having to give up the apartment. He told me, many years before, Miles Davis had also lived in the same building and he thought that was some type of sign, as Miles was his fave musician.

We talked about Chris touring with Sting for over a year and continuing to work on Sting's records, he said there was yet another coincidental apartment story, years down the line Chris bought Sting's former Prince Street loft, there were one or two owners after Sting, then Chris bought it. Chris said he had no idea Sting had owned his loft at one point. Chris didn't keep that place very long, he sold it, then moved to California. I have no idea where he lives now, he did say he travels so much, he was better off continuing living in hotels. He basically tours all the time. It was a weird Six Degrees of Separation type story.

R338, you could have said what film it was??

Chad Allen at a Starbuck's in West Palm Beach. He was very friendly and asked his friend to take our picture on my phone.

I'll never understand when people like R349 claim to see someone naked and not specify details about the goods. Shouldn't you just assume that if you write something like that people will want to know the details? Just three little 'ol words would suffice, " girthy, short,hairy", or "thin, long,big nuts". See, is that so difficult?? Why make us ask? So passive-aggressive! Sheesh!

At a bathroom at the old Morton's in LA I was waiting to use the urinal but the man finishing up was having a terrible time trying to stuff his large dick back into his incredibly tight jeans. He didn't know I was there, he just kept trying to get it back inside and zip it up. He finally finished, turned around, and looked at me as though I had no right to be there, watching what was probably his several times a day battle. Sam Shepherd.

I encountered a foreign evangelist on the end of my penis one time.

He was well spent afterwards and declined to show us out.

I realized who he was many months later when I saw a write up on him in a national celeb magazine.

r357 Rude, rude, and rude

And it’s not obsolete

Susan Seaforth Hayes at my dentist's office. Hair in curlers and a full layer of cake on. Seemed like a dental emergency where she came straight from the set of DAYS.

Greta Garbo was sitting next to me when I saw Cats but I still walked out.

Betty Buckley at Office Max.

[quote]As a clueless, foreign flyover I'm almost afraid to ask what the "Watergarden" is.

It's just a bathhouse.

Sandy Duncan

In a wheat field

[quote]Seriously people “Tearoom” is a very well known term given to any inside place where men will have anonymous coupling. If you didn’t know this then you are most likely ‘not living the life’ meaning most likely not a practicing homosexual.

[quote]Are you posting through a time warp? That term has been obsolete for about thirty-five years.

I don't care. I'm glad for the education.

r378 i had always seen the term “tea room” in any semi-academic writing about gay culture, but had always imagined it as just a euphemism for the restroom of any department store (particularly one large enough to have a dining room).

back on topic: i’m pretty sure i saw the backstreet boys exiting a tour bus into disney’s wilderness lodge, say late 90s or so. that probably doesn’t qualify as a strange place, though, and sadly there was no encounter with brian or kevin.

I was walking among the floats that were waiting to move forward in the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade. All the celebrities were waiting on their floats. It was cool to see *NSYNC meet Tony Bennett for the first time. Bennett walked over to them and shook their hands

R374 You should have started talking to her about Camille and the two of you could have walked out together.

The boy band boys were and are all douchebags.

[quote]Susan Seaforth Hayes at my dentist's office. Hair in curlers and a full layer of cake on. Seemed like a dental emergency where she came straight from the set of DAYS.

Jesus God, was that from when Dentistry was NEW?

Mickey Rourke in the alley behind Giuseppe Franco's hair salon in Beverly Hills. He was wearing leopard print skin-tight spandex shorts, his member bulging in them, white high tops, and a wife beater. He was carrying a small little dog in his man-purse and smoking a cigarette backwards yelling why it wasn't lighting properly.

R384, I ran into Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger at the same Giuseppe Franco hair salon. He was coming down the stairs with his body guards from the second floor private salon rooms.

I have a good one I just remembered that is 100% true . . . Carol Channing in a gastroenterologist's waiting room on the Upper West Side of NYC probably 20 years ago. Even though there weren't more than six people in the room I didn't recognize her because her real hair is totally different - light brown and very thick - than the blonde wig she wears. I heard a familiar voice and looked around because I thought it was coming from the speaker system when I caught the eye of the receptionist. She smiled and I turned to where the voice was coming from and realized it was Miss Channing.

She seemed ditzy but as sweet as can be.

r386, no doubt she was discussing the effects of corn on her bowel movements.

As if on cue R387.

No, my jokes are not the corniest ones here.

Did someone say cahrn?

A hunky Irish TV star stretched out on the seating area of a Dublin steam room in a gay sauna. Fucking hot man, I was a twink and we made out for hours. Can't name him because he's married with kids.

DL fave Vincent D'onofrio on a wintry weekday afternoon. Outside my local Gristedes. He looked exactly like Bobby Goren with black watch cap and big physical presence. Quite handsome by the way.

I waited on Crystal Gayle at McDonalds in 1980. Also waited on Eddie Van Halen and David Lee Roth. Same place. All were very nice.

Kirby Puckett from the Minnesota Twins held a door open for me and winked too. He was sexy.

I’ve met Lindsey Whalen and Janel McCarville also. WNBA players. Janel is a lot of fun.

When I was 19, my friend worked at a porn shop. The owners of the shop also owned a shop (or more) near Los Angeles.

My friend's boss told us that Michael J Fox used to frequent his L.A. store, and yes, he went back to the booths.

This was the early 1980s, so before he made it big with "Back to the Future". He was just getting started with "Family Ties".

I'd blow cutie pie Fox through a glory hole!!

I hate you, R394. You lived out my first gay fantasies long before I was even old enough to know what they were.

Lauren Bacall in front of a hotel at Boston Common. Broderick Crawford in front of Buckingham Palace. Straight porn actor Jerry Butler in a record store in Sheridan Square, NYC. Grant Show in a coffee house in Greenwich Village. Gwnyth Paltrow on Seventh Avenue in Greenwich Village. Village People Cowboy Randy Jones in a restaurant in Greenwich Village. Tom Brokaw getting into a cab on West 57th St. in Manhattan. Dan Rather at the bar at the Metropolitan Opera. Jonathan Frid in a porn shop on East 13th St. and again on Tenth Avenue in Chelsea. Dee Hoty in a pharmacy on Ninth Avenue in Midtown. Sean Connery crossing Third Avenue in the Upper East Side. And countless other porn actors and soap actors in Manhattan.

I saw the actor who played the dad on The Wonder Years, Dan Lauria, shopping at the now defunct Weber's discount store in the Village, it was directly across from the also defunct Crazy Eddies.

Besides wondering why he was in a discount store, what struck me was how queeny he was acting. He was with a man and a women, he was wildly gesticulating with his hands and his voice was also different from his role on the TV show. It was definitely him, other people recognized him, plus, he was so loud, he was hard to miss. I was wondering if he was gay and going deaf!

I was also shocked how much thinner he was in person. I think he was in a Broadway play at the time.

I saw Brad Pitt at the Guggenheim Museum by himself on a Friday night. I also ran into Willem Dafoe in a restaurant in Buenos Aires and sat next to Jonathan Pryce at Harry's Bar in Venice.

The Carol Channing story reminded me of a friend of mine who went to see "Rent" shortly after it opened on Broadway. At intermission he made a beeline for the nearest theater bar and was first in line. There was a minor commotion behind him and all of a sudden Carol Channing was at his side getting a drink.

"WELL, WHAT DO YOU THINK?" she said to him, and proceeded to chat about the show like they were old friends while the line grew longer and longer.

Ed Bradley crossing the street in a desolate part of DC in the winter of 1978.

Joan Collins and her husband at the food hall of Marks and Spencers in central London 3 years ago. I was surprised because I didn't think she would know what food shopping was let alone do it herself. She was beautiful (everyone always asks what she looked like when I tell the story) and when I stepped aside so her husband could get something from the shelf I was standing by (She'd said "Those are good" about whatever it was-wish I'd turned to look to see what it was) she said "Thank you dear"

R391 Aiden Quinn?

I hope.

Me too R402. Hot AF as Des in Desperately Seeking Susan

[quote]R365 Lily Tomlin and an older lady (may have been her mother, this is like 15 years ago now) sitting down and eating at Wendy's on Sunset Blvd. Very odd seeing a celebrity sitting down to eat in a fast food joint.

Tomlin comes from really blue collar roots.

If that was her mother, maybe she was in town for a visit, and that's where she liked to eat?

Wayne Rogers at Il Moro restaurant in West Los Angeles. He was dining with several Japanese businessmen. We were seated nearby and did not hear much English spoken at the table, yet Rogers appeared to understand the conversations. Still handsome in 1997, decades after he starred in MASH.

Shared an elevator with comedian Richard Lewis. He is short.

John McCain with wife and friends, having dinner at a Mexican restaurant in downtown Glendale, AZ. December 2009.

Jean Claude Van Damme - potentially starring in a computer game my former employer was producing. He had to walk through the finance department (yes, Accounts Payable!) to access the production offices. He appeared small, unhappy, and quite tan.

R402 and R403 LOL Been in love with Aidan Quinn forever. No this guy is Irish born and was a main character in a very popular Irish soap. Still see him onscreen in supporting roles. At the time he was amazingly well worked out for an Irish guy, with terrifically sculpted body.

Met a celeb at a friend's small art gallery. It was her day off and the gallery was closed, but she asked me to meet her there. Her gallery was right across from the subway. We were meeting for lunch, my friend let me in and I see DL fave Trudie Styler in the gallery. I was like WTF? I was hoping Sting was there, he wasn't.

Seems my friend sent Trudie an invite to her next art show. Trudie was interested in seeing some other work my friend had for sale. I overheard part of their conversation, seems Trudie was also trying to negotiate my friend contribute some art to her and Sting's Rainforest foundation, but my friend wasn't having any of that! The gallery was struggling a bit, my friend sure couldn't afford contributing any of her more expensive pieces. Besides, a lot of her artists were doing installation pieces. Guess these celebs are so used to getting so much for free.

A few years ago in Newport R.I. saw Joe Scarborough and Mika what's her name. Before their engagement was announced. At the Newport Casino, he was nice as pie - she wore a scarf and sunglasses and didn't say a word. If she wanted to be incognito she picked the wrong outfit.

Name names, you fat whores!

Speaking of fat whores, R409, during his run in “Sunday in the Park With George”, Jake Gyllenhaal didn’t spend all of his time in the closet.

Steve Kornacki on a street in Hoboken.

John King and Dana Bash (before they got married and divorced) at The Bellagio in Las Vegas. They were just walking about holding hands. He had on tight jeans- great ass.

R312, whose hands were they holding?

They were holding hands with Eric and Lyle Menendez, Rose @ R413.

r433 If they were at the Bellagio, they were probably holding hands with Poo-Shoes. I hope she washed them.

I talked to Dolly Parton's sister, Freida,, when we both waiting to have an MRI scan. She was wearing a tight denim shirt and smoked Marlboro Lights.

Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. JFK Jr. on an elevator when youngish (bad, dirty blue suit, with handlers). My mother tells the story of being in a hospital elevator in the 1950s and everyone was stunned with Hugh Downs walked in. Two floors later, everybody including Hugh Downs was stunned when the Duchess of Windsor walked in.

I talked with Bill Gates at a computer convention back in 1978. Extremely geeky looking, but very personable. Paul Allen spoke as well, but I didn't talk with him.

I saw Bob Hope at Disney World. He was grand martial of the parade.

I was in Las Vegas on vacation and I happened on some kind of opening or premier. Several celebrities pulled up in limos and were announced as they entered. Rip Taylor threw confetti over the crowd. Greg Morris from Mission Impossible was there as well as the substitute actress in Three's Company after Suzanne Summers left the show. There were others, but I can't remember them.

Joan Collins at The Book Soup on Sunset last year. I heard her voice first, then I took a look. She was telling the cashier that her husband was in their car waiting just outside (parked illegally right at the entrance, even though the store has a parking lot in the back), but not in an annoying way; she was being polite and chatty.

Cher at Jack in the Box. She gets the 2 for 99 cents tacos once a year as a guilty pleasure. The manager tried to just give them to her and she had her friend give each of the kids working $100.

[quote]He was grand martial of the parade.

Oh, dear.

Miss Cillian Murphy in the strangest place of all -- a men's room at Heathrow Airport.

Details, R410!

Jane Fonda in the kitchen where I worked in NYC. She came to thank me for the cookies. She had her hands on the door jambs and was leaning in looking for me, and one leg sticking out behind her. I got a hug and two big kisses. Nice lady.

More, r410, more!!!!

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[quote]I'll never understand when people like [R349] claim to see someone naked and not specify details about the goods. Shouldn't you just assume that if you write something like that people will want to know the details? Just three little 'ol words would suffice, " girthy, short,hairy", or "thin, long,big nuts". See, is that so difficult?? Why make us ask? So passive-aggressive! Sheesh!

Exactly. WHY would you make us ask? Do you not get enough attention IRL?

[quote]Willie Nelson, riding the 1 am vaporetto down the Grand Canal in Venice

For some reason, I find this quite funny. I imagine Willie Nelson really stands out in Italy.

I saw Hillary Clinton in a high profile Illuminati sex party eating out Madeline Albright's chacha back when I was kid abducted by a satanic cult for use as a sex slave.

Oprah's a Golden a Globe speech reminded me that, in 1981, I encountered (and was obviously honored to be in her presence) Rosa Parks in an elevator. She seemed genuinely surprised to be recognized by a a 24-year old white man.

Congressman Brian Sims. On South Street in the parking lot of an apartment complex. He was on his cell. Shorter than I expected.

1983, Richard Benjamin pumping his own gasoline at a gas station in Los Angeles.

I keep running into Wanda Sykes at the movies, and I think once she was there by herself. That makes me think she’s awesome.

Doris Day in a K Mart in the valley in the 70s. I was about 10. Oprah often in CHI. She is short fat ugly like many celebs minus make up.

Kurt Russell and Goldie Hawn at a restaurant where I worked about 10 years. Kurt was gorgeous and watching me work. Goldie...not so friendly, because her man was watching me.

Chad Allan...short, but handsome. Not friendly, but he kept checking me out.

I shared an elevator with Paul Stanley of KISS. He was wearing baby blue cowboy boots.

The once fat but now hot guy who was in Stand by Me. In the Skylight diner on 34th street working real hard to make sure people noticed him. Pretentious jerk.

Back in the early 90s Dennis Quaid and Meg Ryan with their baby in Kerbey Lane Cafe in Austin. They turned down the bottle of wine we had our waiter offer them. I was annoyed they waltzed right in and got a table right away. There's always a very long wait at Kerbey Lane.

Mid 90s, I saw Ann Richards and a lady friend at the movies in Austin. Can't remember what movie we were seeing but they were whooping it up throughout. I believe it was right after she lost the election to George W. Bush.

Anthony Quinn, at Day & Night Drugstore, in Stockton, CA. I was around 6 years old. My mother told me who he was, and I remembered him from seeing "High Wind in Jamaica" on TV. He and Ann-Margret were in town filming "RPM" at the University of the Pacific. 13 years later, I shared popcorn with DL fave Daphne Zuniga on the set of "The Sure Thing," shot at UOP.

R439 funny thing —I always had a crush on Daphne Zuniga and Nicolette Sheridan, even prior to seeing The Sure Thing. I’m gay of course, but school boy crush just the same.

I live in LA so I'll just pick the weird ones.

Christian Slater's dog jumping out at me walking on Haverhurst. He did apologize.

Evander Holyfield in Aspen.

Straight porn star Manuel Ferrara at Niketown in Santa Monica.

A couple straight friends dragged me to The Body Shop on Sunset and Glen Powell was there, and Alexander Ludwig (Vikings) separately. Side note: It's amazing how many hot guys were at the strip club.

And though not a true celeb, he's a DL fave and the location was weird. Male model Christian Hogue at a dive bar on Wilshire. He came in with the equally hot Trey Baxter, and yes, a gaggle of women.

Dennis Weaver at the Melrose Spa(a gay bathhouse).

[quote]Brandon Frasier at Blockbuster video on Sunset

Who?

Marcia Wallace at the Museum of Natural History in Victoria, British Columbia. I mean, before she was all dead and everything.

The strangest place I've EVER encountered a celebrity was inside my anus.

Faye Dunaway outside the stage door of the Majestic Theater in San Antonio after her performance of Master Class. What the fuck was she doing there?

Sinead O'Connor at a Pizza Hut at LaGuardia Airport.

Last year, my partner and I walked to my local dinner to get have dinner, the diner was closed. A scene for "Blue Bloods" was being filmed, I looked inside and saw Tom Selleck sitting at a table while they were preparing for the scene. This dinner is constantly being used for so many NYC based TV series.

I saw Buck Henry at Circus of Books on Santa Monica Blvd looking through the hardbound girlie books on the night Gilda Radner died.

Clay Aiken in an airport elevator

Kristie Yamaguchi in a breakfast restaurant with her family

Demi Moore in LA breakfast spot. She has a distinctive voice

R450 was Demi at The Griddle Cafe?

I know there are plenty of breakfast spots, but that was the first one that popped in my head.

Jodie Foster at Sprinkles (in Beverly Hills).

This was around 2006, she was with one of her kids. Sprinkles still had a line back then and she was behind me. Very low-key, just talking to her son, asking how his day was at school, etc. Recognized that voice right away.

Lily Tomlin and Jane Wagner at El Torito In Van Nuys. They took pics with us and were so kind.

1964. I was 13. Chock Full Of Nuts somewhere in midtown Manhattan. Gene Shallit walked in looking grumpy as hell. Like he had this bristly aura. He was wearing a bright green suit. Like a Kelly green leisure suit. I remember he was tiny. Maybe 5’4’. Despite that he was very intimidating.

Jan-Micharl Vincent fucking a guy at Basic Plumbing in WeHo, 1980s. High as shit.

Not sure what qualifies as a strange place but I thought it was strange to see Spike Lee and Matt Lauer within minutes of each other the the Delta shuttle gate area at LaGuardia. Probably ten years ago.

Much more recently (maybe a month ago), Kathleen Turner and I were sitting on the same bench outside Gourmet Garage - the one on Seventh Ave downtown. Didn’t realize it was her until after I sat down. She smiled and nodded. So did I.

[quote]Jan-Micharl Vincent fucking a guy at Basic Plumbing in WeHo, 1980s. High as shit.

Is Basic Plumbing a club? I'm sure it can't be a plumbing supply store, lol The visual of anyone getting fucked in a hardware store is like something out of a porn film.

It was a sex club, since closed.

Cherie Blair with a security officer checking out greeting cards in Chancry Lane Superdrug.

Former Senator Al Frankin at a urinal in Minneapolis airport. Hung.

Parker Posey at a now defunct vintage shop in Newport, RI.

Saw Robert Klein outside some off-broadway theatre sharing a joint with some fans. I joined them, took a hit and went on my merry way.

damn r317, the Safeway on Kapahulu and you didn't call me? Man, I was living in the shadow of the Ilikai back then and one of the stations was showing reruns at 4pm every afternoon. I knew he lived in the Kahala but I read he was a recluse.

I travel a lot for work. Here 's a list of all the celebrity men I've seen or met in hotel gyms, locker rooms, or spas. Lee Majors Roy Scheider Erik Estrada John Travolta Jimmy Buffet Joe Rogan Tiger Woods Matthew Lewis (from Harry Potter) Daniel Craig

It's weird to see celebrities at the gym or spa. You see them without flattering makeup and lighting. They look like normal, everyday human beings and they lose their mystique.

Martin Sheen decades ago when he was at his height as a star on line for a bus going to northern Jersey that I was waiting for as well late in the evening at Port Authority.

Of course a lot of people were excited and they were talking to him and on the ride as well. He was very friendly and talking to whomever wanted to talk to him.

Really strange though.

Florence Henderson in line right in front of me at the D'Agostino's in NYC on Fifty-Third and First.

I wanted to say, "Loved You in Fanny," but I don't like to intrude.

Sublime played in my brother's living room. They did house parties before they got big.

Elizabeth McGovern ran up to me while I was walking down Nightingale Road in London and took off her shoe and started hitting me in the head with it, savagely. I was shocked and flailed at her arm but she was good with that shoe (and a big shoe it was too — she’s a tall girl) and landed several nasty strikes with the hell right on my scalp. She then cussed me out, put the shoe back on and stormed off.

Needless to say a case of mistaken identity as I had never met her or done a thing to her.

R12 is a total jerk.

Saw David Bowie buying what looked like a bag of mangoes at a fruit stand near Canal Street about 10-11 years ago.

Up thread someone said they gave oral to George Michael. Was he hung?

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I was with my mother in an independent coffee shop in Beverly Hills last year -( if any LA residents know it, as the time there was a big poster for “FEUD - Bette Davis Joan Crawford nearby) and. I was sitting with my mother and a friend for lunch, there was a sort of homeless looking guy behind me and my mom was like “that guy isn’t homeless his skin is too good” and I turn and he’s GORGEOUS the most beautiful eyes, he looks up winks at me and goes back to reading the news paper I didn’t know who he was until I watched the EMA’s this year and who do I see? Hot homeless guy he was Jared Leto

TLDR I missed my chance with Jared Leto cause I thought he was homeless 😂😭

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Sorry. You're right. I apologize.

It was Regis Philbin.

I don’t believe R476

Andy Warhol walking through a gas station in the middle of the night in the East Village, many years ago.

Broderick Crawford in front of Buckingham Palace in 1974.

Brad Falchuk in front of the Sunset Tower. He is great looking in person, beautiful eyes, about 5'10, getting out of a Range Rover. Hot as fuck.

How is that a strange location to see a celebrity R481?

I saw Brian Wilson at a mall in Birmingham, Alabama once = about 10 years ago. He was much taller than I thought, and shuffling around in a haze. He had some sort of bodyguard/assistant with him.

Dear R482. You are correct. Not so strange at all. His dating Gwyneth is the strange part. He is not the straightest boy in the room. Any room.

[quote]R484 His dating Gwyneth is the strange part.

He looks miserable with her. As we all would.

I was almost bumped into by Julie Andrews at the Park Hyatt in Vienna. I was looking the other way and heard "pardon me" in a strangely recognizable voice. I supposed it's not "strange' to see her in Vienna, but what are the odds of bumping into her there on my only and only visiit?

Justice Souter at the Mall of New Hampshire on Christmas Eve. Guess he was a last-minute shopper too.

Dear R485. Not a great photo of him. He is stunning n person with a great chest. He was wearing a grey V neck shirt that matched his eyes perfectly. Also had a huge bulge. He caught me staring.

Not really strange but really strange.

Saw Dancing at the Broadhurst and walked out after the Sunday mat and standing by himself in the street in front of the theater is Bob Fosse.

I mean it shouldn't be odd but it was.

Gary Cole at an autism seminar. He was a speaker at a workshop on parenting children with autism. He spoke about grieving the loss of the typical child they'd expected, which he seemed to still be doing almost a decade after their son's birth. Rather grim, but I appreciated him not sugarcoating it with frauisms like, "Autism is my son's superpower! What's yours?"

Chris Carmack (The O.C., Nashville) at the DC Amory before a college football game.

Jay Leno on a JetBlue flight.

Gregg Sulkin at the Melrose Trading Post wearing a Dodgers jersey with his name on it.

I saw both Tom Hulce and Michael Rupert (at different times) at the Circus of Books in West Hollywood, in the porn section. Looking at gay mags, but they are both gay so that wasn't a surprise.

Edward Albee cruised me at our dirty bookstore downtown.

R455, please give details. JMV was such a crush of mine then. Were they in a very open area with a lot of guys watching? Was the other guy a hot blond surfer type too? What position were they in?

R418 doesn’t get the point of this thread.