<p>As opposed to a geek- because if I was a geek, I would at least * know* enough to know that I didn’t know everything.</p>
<p>So I am taking guitar lessons, from a local musician- very nice, very encouraging. After my lesson, ( which is @ his apt), another man- about my age, perhaps about 10 years older is waiting outside for him. He introduces me ( just using first names), but as I figure that this newcomer is waiting for his lesson, & we have already run over, I just mumble hello & let them do what ever they are going to do. ( did I say, I am not good with unexpected changes- even just meeting new people).</p>
<p>That evening, my guitar teacher is playing at a benefit for the Gulf, which H & I attend. To my surprise, this new acquaintance is on stage for one of the songs, a John Lennon cover, * Instant Karma*, and he is playing drums. I didn’t get his last name earlier, but it is White, Alan White.
[Alan</a> White - Biography](<a href=“http://www.alanwhite.net/biography.html]Alan”>http://www.alanwhite.net/biography.html)
:o
lordy.
from now on, I pay attention.</p>
<p>EK, this kind of thing has happened to me not once, but TWICE (I will admit that one of the two times I was a child though). Boy did I feel stupid on both occasions! I will say that both times I actually sat with the “famous” people over dinner and had no idea as to who they were until someone informed me after the fact! One time it was a local charity dinner (think of your home town pot luck or spaghetti dinner and someone famous brings his family to the event and shakes your hand and sits next to you and you don’t know who they are until later). The other time, when I was a child it was a dinner for a religious holiday. The famous couple were seated at our table for the dinner. I kept looking at the woman because she looked “familiar” to me. My grandmother recognized them and told everyone else in my family who they were after they had left.</p>
<p>The famous couple were seated at our table for the dinner. I kept looking at the woman because she looked “familiar” to me. My grandmother recognized them and told everyone else in my family who they were after they had left.</p>
<p>Ive done that too. I was giving motherly advice a few years ago to a young mom who I thought I must have just met around town somewhere because she looked vaguely familiar. I later realized she looked familiar because she was one of the actors on * Northern Exposure*.</p>
<p>But still at least I didn’t gush- that would have been really embarrassing for everybody.</p>
<p>emeraldkity, you’ll probably appreciate this one. I was walking down the sidewalk with my husband, and this familiar lady was walking towards us, smiling. I just didn’t feel like talking to anyone right then, and dang, I couldn’t remember who she was, so I looked down, like I didn’t see her. We passed by, and she said hello to my husband, who was looking up. Afterwards, I told him, yeah, I was trying to avoid eye contact because I just couldn’t remember. And he said, oh, that was Bill Gate’s sister…
Who is a very nice lady, by the way.</p>
<p>On a ballet board I read a story of someone who turned down an inquiry concerning private Irish dance lessons - it turned out it was Meryl Streep, who was preparing for the movie “Dancing at Lughnasa.”</p>
<p>sometimes when you start a membership at CC, there is a computer glitch. It assigns you two billion posts. It’s happened to others, including tega.</p>
<p>I think if I were a famous person, I’d rather like it when people treated me like they did not know I was famous. It may get really tiring to be gushed over and he may have assumed you were the epitome of understand coolness by not gushing? maybe?</p>
<p>The few times I’ve seen famous people around town (we live near a pro football stadium and a fairly good number of players live in the area) I generally treat them as I would anyone I had never met - basically ignore them, other than to smile and nod if passing by. I figure they’re “off duty” and I wouldn’t want to be bugged if I were them.</p>
<p>I have encountered famous people over the years due to my geographical location. I tend to just smile and treat them like I do everyone else. </p>
<p>I agree - they are on their “down” time Let them be. </p>
<p>However, if I run into Ryan Reynolds, I will probably breach all protocol of manners and ask for an autograph or photo for my daughter. She would never forgive me for this lapse in asking.</p>
<p>DH’s ringtone is “Sunshine of Your Love” by Cream, including guitarist Eric Clapton. One day sitting in an airport DH’s phone rings and out of the corner of his eye, he sees the guy across from him sit up quickly and look at him. Yup, it was Eric Clapton. DH just smiled and nodded, Clapton smiled in return and that was it. Very classy on both their parts, IMO.</p>
<p>My son, when he was probably 19, sat next to Willard Scott on a plane ride coming back from school. S1 will chat with anyone and so struck a conversation; they ended up sitting at the connecting airport together as well, waiting for their next flights. He had no idea that his new friend was even a celebrity until a couple of people in the airport came up to him and asked for his autograph. So he asked Mr. Scot if he should get his autograph and he said, nah, you’re too young to think I’m a big deal. When S1 arrived home and retold the story, we had to explain who Willard Scot was, and he still didn’t get it. Pretty funny. But said that Willard Scot was a really nice guy, very funny and very interested in S1’s life/college/interests/goals.</p>
<p>Years ago, at an airport in France, I was getting frustrated by the amount of baggage the man in front of me had. We stood next to each other for a short time period with no one else around. At that time, you had to present each bag at customs. I noticed he was small and in a wrinkled linen suit (who wouldn’t be wrinkled in linen) and I realized that he was probably as tired as I was. As I got on my plane, I saw the same man head to frist class and everyone on the plane was talking - it was Mick Jagger. How I could not recognize him, I’ll never know.</p>
<p>Well in Seattle we do not gush at all- although I do know some transplants who do
But it was ( IMO) beyond not gushing, it was more like, not even being polite. ( which is something I have to really work on- because I have **bad **small talk skills- )
The more that I read about this particular musician, the more that I wish I had stopped to talk for a minute, because he is also very involved in local volunteer projects with youth( as am I) , and it would have been nice to talk to someone more my age!</p>
<p>But I may send him a note at least saying how much I enjoyed his performance- my H thought it was the highlight of the evening. ( the whole song not just the drummer)</p>
<p>Anyway- it is a good reminder to force myself to be more friendly- the aspergery side of me is well suited to our climate.</p>
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