This is tangentally related, if I ever meet a celeberty, and get the chance I would ask if they could take a photo of me, not with them in shot, but them taking the photo.
I just find it hillarious that I would have a random photo of me with a hidden history that could never be proven, and I believe that most celeberties would find it funny to do the reverse of what they normally have to do with fans.
My closest brush with celebrity was being peripherally involved in the skating scene back in the day and in the same town as Bam Margera, when he was just starting to get famous. Bam is, was, and probably always will be 5’4" worth of complete flaming douchenozzle. It’s no surprise that everyone had a story about how that one time they almost kicked Bam Margera’s ass. Or actually did fight him. I imagine this would have gotten significantly more difficult over time as his entourage of groupies and sycophants grew ever larger. Eventually he stopped making local appearances altogether. I’m sure as he tells it that’s because he was now so famous that everyone else was clearly beneath him and he was now untouchable, but I imagine the real reason was much more pragmatic: it was probably only a matter of time before somebody finally put a hole in him, and he knew it.
So yeah. This one time at a skate park in the Philly suburbs, I came this close to beating Bam Margera’s ass. I would have won, too, if it stayed mano-a-mano. But it wouldn’t have, because he’s a little punk.
I think the closest I’ve ever been to a “celebrity” was this guy. He was doing a show out something near where I lived, and he came into the pizza restaurant where I worked.
The wait staff said there was a guy from Family Ties in the restaurant. I went out to see who they were talking about. Then I went back in the kitchen. I still don’t understand what they were excited by.
I could understand if it was someone big. If it was Michael J Fox I might have been impressed. I couldn’t imagine getting excited about Marc Price.
This is tangentally related, if I ever meet a celeberty, and get the chance I would ask if they could take a photo of me, not with them in shot, but them taking the photo.
I just find it hillarious that I would have a random photo of me with a hidden history that could never be proven, and I believe that most celeberties would find it funny to do the reverse of what they normally have to do with fans.
My closest brush with celebrity was being peripherally involved in the skating scene back in the day and in the same town as Bam Margera, when he was just starting to get famous. Bam is, was, and probably always will be 5’4" worth of complete flaming douchenozzle. It’s no surprise that everyone had a story about how that one time they almost kicked Bam Margera’s ass. Or actually did fight him. I imagine this would have gotten significantly more difficult over time as his entourage of groupies and sycophants grew ever larger. Eventually he stopped making local appearances altogether. I’m sure as he tells it that’s because he was now so famous that everyone else was clearly beneath him and he was now untouchable, but I imagine the real reason was much more pragmatic: it was probably only a matter of time before somebody finally put a hole in him, and he knew it.
So yeah. This one time at a skate park in the Philly suburbs, I came this close to beating Bam Margera’s ass. I would have won, too, if it stayed mano-a-mano. But it wouldn’t have, because he’s a little punk.
I think the closest I’ve ever been to a “celebrity” was this guy. He was doing a show out something near where I lived, and he came into the pizza restaurant where I worked.
The wait staff said there was a guy from Family Ties in the restaurant. I went out to see who they were talking about. Then I went back in the kitchen. I still don’t understand what they were excited by.
I could understand if it was someone big. If it was Michael J Fox I might have been impressed. I couldn’t imagine getting excited about Marc Price.
I’ve done this. The blank look on his face is a priceless memory for my kids and I.
Who was it?
Tbh, with AI and Deepfake these days, even a photo with them can’t be proven to be legit.