tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post9127630629078658770..comments2008-08-08T14:47:13.716-05:00Jeannette E. Spaghettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-38468459227483208702008-08-08T14:45:00.000-05:002008-08-08T14:45:00.000-05:00

Ozzie Smith once held a door for me. James Spader rented videos from me when I managed a store. I was once at the same buffet table as a certain famous jazz musician who-will-remain-nameless-because-he-was-an-a**hole. Oh, and I had my picture taken with Raul Malo, my very favorite singer in the entire world. That's the sum of my celebrity encounters. I've yet to run into the Coach.

KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10300302671699284234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-34517449121528203492008-08-07T14:38:00.000-05:002008-08-07T14:38:00.000-05:00

I once danced with a back-up dancer from DC Talk at Tremors in Six Flags. That's as good as it gets. Sad I know.

Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17964635017779743350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-25847695806252728262008-08-06T15:41:00.000-05:002008-08-06T15:41:00.000-05:00

i think my only celeb sighting (which wasn't even a celeb, just one to me and Jeff) was when Jeff and I were walking into a movie theater, and this guy was walking out. He walked out, and held the door open for us. Jeff just walked through and said thanks; I looked up, cause the guy was HUGE, and said thanks. . . and then grabbed Jeff and said, "that's scott mellanby" (former Blues' player),

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