Celebrity redux

I’m still pondering my time in L.A. It was pretty amazing and not like anyplace I’d ever been before. Let the record show, too, that I was quite skeptical as I flew in. As I landed, I was formulating a description in my mind about how L.A. was the mutant bastard child of a bizarre three-way involving San Francisco, Houston, and Las Vegas. L.A. definitely got the short end of the stick in all respects: Houston’s sprawl and smog, SF’s tightly-packed, uniform [pink] California townhouses, and Vegas’ trashy glitz.

However, I’m a total convert now. I loved L.A. I did things in L.A. that I would never do anywhere else, probably because it’s been revealed to be my mecca. I love celebrities. I love glamour. I love expensive things and being treated like you have money, even when you don’t. I love that my job paid for most of what I did there.

Being completely googlicious is no longer the coolest thing to happen to me, and that was pretty damn cool to begin with. Even Matt thinks so, and he’s the coolest person I know right now. No, the coolest things to happen to me now are my brushes with celebrity in the aggregate and meeting Jeff Richards, specifically.

On my way out of the building after Jeff Richards’ set, I walked past him standing outside, talking to a friend. I went over, congratulated him on the set and shook his hand. I reflected later on the fact that I was not at all intimidated to commit such an act. Dan points out that Jeff Richards is not exactly the most intimidating person to begin with – he plays Drunk Girl, among other characters on SNL. Regardless, I never saw myself just walking up to a celebrity of any kind, however minor. (No insult intended, Jeff Richards, just saying…)

And yet, it seemed a very easy thing to do. Could have been the several drinks I consumed while sitting through the open-mic comics, but I’m chalking it up to the intimacy of comedy. For half an hour, you sit there, about ten feet away from this guy, listening to him talk, feeling like you’re sort of getting to know him. And in a pleasant manner, too, right? He’s making you laugh, you’re making a conscious effort to give feedback through smiling, clapping, laughing loudly enough that he can hear it. It’s quite an interactive process, and it broke down my inhibitions enough that it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to just stroll up to Jeff Richards and go, “Dude, that was awesome. You were really great!” I was rewarded with a handshake and a “Thanks, thanks a lot. I’m really glad you enjoyed it.” Definitely worth it!

I want an “I ♥ L.A.” T-shirt.

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