(First a NB: the posting "ID, Please" has somehow been corrupted, and a large chunk of it is missing. I cannot retrieve nor remember the lost text, but rest assured it was hilarious and poignant. I also can no longer even edit that post--so much for the power of the Internet. Thanks for nothing, Al Gore!
UPDATE June 2: I think I've reinserted all the text and pics, but I'm still having trouble with the formatting...with any luck the post will at least stay intact for now.)
Way back in my first post, I joked about celeb sightings at UCLA; then, in a subsequent post I had a legitimate A-list sighting and promised to post about it. (In looking back, I can't remember when--I think this might have been in the missing section of "ID, Please.")
John and I were sitting on the patio at noon with our iced coffees when we saw a young movie star emerge, looking professionally beautiful, and smoke several cigarettes before returning to the hospital. I stooped so low as to ask John to use his cell phone to take a picture of the celeb as he walked back in. (John couldn't figure out how to get it off his phone to e-mail me.)
I was blithely going to post some joke about how he was probably at UCLA for his weekly visit to the maternity ward (hint hint). I congratulated myself on my own boundless cleverness.
I then spent the evening with another visitor. It's scary, but I don't remember whom--it may have been my mom, but I feel like this incident preceded her arrival. Anyway, I went back to the elevators in the west wing (wow, how did this not occur to me until now?! All the amazing President Bartlett jokes I could've made! All the Josh-Donna-me fan-fiction porn I could've written!) to return to my floor, and who should emerge from the elevator but this selfsame celeb...
Holding a young child, and with a very normal-seeming, non-celeb woman. Was the child in fact his? Was the child sick? And who was this mystery woman? It was almost 9:00 pm by then. And it occurred to me that nobody spends eight hours in the hospital if things are okay.
And I was overcome with a sense of shame that I'd even considered revealing this huge movie star's identity, as though he somehow had a lesser right to privacy than anyone else. He was likely dealing with something significant and troubling, and I could not casually out him and discuss it, much less try to make light of it.
So, once more I apologize for being a celebrity tease. It's cold comfort, I know, but I will in good conscience out the celeb my mom and I saw at Katsu-ya the night before she left. (Not of course that Mom knows who this person is.) For some reason, dining at LA's best sushi restaurant does not seem as fraught as visiting a (your?) sick child in the hospital. And that celeb was...
Sam Rockwell, whose work I've enjoyed since "Lawn Dogs."
Mr. Rockwell, shown here in character as Albert Einstein, whom he'll be portraying in "It's All Relativity to Me!"
He was with a foxy blond woman whom I didn't recognize, but who the Internets suggest was Leslie Bibb--a fellow talented attractive celeb. And they were with one set of parents. Then, after dinner my mom and I headed to the adjacent pet store and saw them there, as well.
Parents...pets...sushi? Can wedding bells be far off for Sam Rockwell and Possibly Leslie Bibb? Stay tuned, Dear Readers, as the answer shall be revealed in my next post!