I got a mysterious phone message from an old friend of mine, H, at 2 pm on Monday: "Call me...something cool might be happening tonight...something kind of exciting."
I was intrigued, of course. What possibly could be going on?
I immediately returned the call to H, who happens to drive a limo. "How would you like to meet Ethan Hawke?"
"Ethan Hawke? The actor?"
"Yes, him. For real. I'm picking him up tonight and taking him to a movie premiere in NJ....maybe I can arrange for some sort of meeting."
"How?"
"I don't know...maybe we can pretend you're dropping off some papers for me or something."
Faking it
Lame, I thought. He'd see right through it. But so what? Many had pulled the fake "I just sort of ran into you" thing in the past.
But then I remembered---I had a plan to go to Ikea. To look at furniture. Something very important that I've been putting off for far too long. And I'm not into celebrity worship, especially of Hollywood celebrities.
But...Ethan Hawke. Hmmm.... He was pretty wonderful in Gattaca, wasn't he? :)
While H was telling me more, I decided to google Ethan, to try to remember which movies he was in. I found a list and then realized I'd only seen two of them. Gattaca was one of them.
Divorcing Uma
And then I read about how he ended his marriage to Uma Thurman. He slept with their nanny. This bothered me. I'm a huge fan of Uma's. I think she's beautiful in an unconventional way and, more importantly, a versatile actress. How could he? You fool! I thought! LOL
And then, visions of Swedish meatballs began dancing in my head...and yummy mashed potatoes. And cool and sometimes cheap furniture that's often tricky-to-assemble. Suddenly, that sounded like more fun than meeting Ethan for a few minutes of fake spontaneity and pretend worship. I made my choice and went to Ikea. I figured I could always change my mind later if I wanted (even though I was quite sure I wouldn't.)
I shopped around, saw lots of cool stuff and bought nothing. I was sort of in pre-buying mode. I did eat the meatballs and mashed potatoes, though. A great meal, for sure. And by then, I sort of forgot about the possible meeting. I got home a little while ago and began writing this blog...
Then, about 10 minutes ago, I got a call from H, who didn't know that I'd pretty much opted not to meet Ethan (I figured I'd let him know once he did call.)
"Things have gotten screwed up," he said. "It won't just be him in the car. His wife (the former nanny) and publicist will also be there."
"I see," I said.
"Want him to call you?" H asked.
"Call me?"
"Yes. Maybe I can convince him to leave you a phone message...you know, 'This is Ethan Hawke calling' or something."
"But...I wonder if would be better if I answered the phone?"
"That's up to you"
To answer or not to answer--that is the question
A couple hours later, I was sitting here, wondering if I'd be receiving a call from Ethan Hawke, a movie star. It was not what I thought Monday night in my world would be like!
Truthfully...it wasn't that important to me. Instead, I was thinking about the $49 table and $19.99 (each) chairs I saw and the pricey but perfect couch I saw at the Macy's Furniture Outlet that matches everything in my living room perfectly (but would mean no winter vacation for me).
I kept thinking--if that phone rings, I may or may not answer it. Somehow, I thought it might be more fun not to. It would be cool, somehow, to let him go to voicemail.
He is, after all, just a person....subject to my cellphone voice mail system like anyone else.
:)
Of course, if he were Val Kilmer or Russell Crowe...OR...Johnny Depp.... I might have answered....or driven over and sneak a peek! :)
*****************
PS--A couple hours later, my friend H called. It turns out that Ethan's publicist wouldn't let him make the call. So, I did not have my chance to chat with Ethan. Oh well.
I was intrigued, of course. What possibly could be going on?
I immediately returned the call to H, who happens to drive a limo. "How would you like to meet Ethan Hawke?"
"Ethan Hawke? The actor?"
"Yes, him. For real. I'm picking him up tonight and taking him to a movie premiere in NJ....maybe I can arrange for some sort of meeting."
"How?"
"I don't know...maybe we can pretend you're dropping off some papers for me or something."
Faking it
Lame, I thought. He'd see right through it. But so what? Many had pulled the fake "I just sort of ran into you" thing in the past.
But then I remembered---I had a plan to go to Ikea. To look at furniture. Something very important that I've been putting off for far too long. And I'm not into celebrity worship, especially of Hollywood celebrities.
But...Ethan Hawke. Hmmm.... He was pretty wonderful in Gattaca, wasn't he? :)
While H was telling me more, I decided to google Ethan, to try to remember which movies he was in. I found a list and then realized I'd only seen two of them. Gattaca was one of them.
Divorcing Uma
And then I read about how he ended his marriage to Uma Thurman. He slept with their nanny. This bothered me. I'm a huge fan of Uma's. I think she's beautiful in an unconventional way and, more importantly, a versatile actress. How could he? You fool! I thought! LOL
And then, visions of Swedish meatballs began dancing in my head...and yummy mashed potatoes. And cool and sometimes cheap furniture that's often tricky-to-assemble. Suddenly, that sounded like more fun than meeting Ethan for a few minutes of fake spontaneity and pretend worship. I made my choice and went to Ikea. I figured I could always change my mind later if I wanted (even though I was quite sure I wouldn't.)
I shopped around, saw lots of cool stuff and bought nothing. I was sort of in pre-buying mode. I did eat the meatballs and mashed potatoes, though. A great meal, for sure. And by then, I sort of forgot about the possible meeting. I got home a little while ago and began writing this blog...
Then, about 10 minutes ago, I got a call from H, who didn't know that I'd pretty much opted not to meet Ethan (I figured I'd let him know once he did call.)
"Things have gotten screwed up," he said. "It won't just be him in the car. His wife (the former nanny) and publicist will also be there."
"I see," I said.
"Want him to call you?" H asked.
"Call me?"
"Yes. Maybe I can convince him to leave you a phone message...you know, 'This is Ethan Hawke calling' or something."
"But...I wonder if would be better if I answered the phone?"
"That's up to you"
To answer or not to answer--that is the question
A couple hours later, I was sitting here, wondering if I'd be receiving a call from Ethan Hawke, a movie star. It was not what I thought Monday night in my world would be like!
Truthfully...it wasn't that important to me. Instead, I was thinking about the $49 table and $19.99 (each) chairs I saw and the pricey but perfect couch I saw at the Macy's Furniture Outlet that matches everything in my living room perfectly (but would mean no winter vacation for me).
I kept thinking--if that phone rings, I may or may not answer it. Somehow, I thought it might be more fun not to. It would be cool, somehow, to let him go to voicemail.
He is, after all, just a person....subject to my cellphone voice mail system like anyone else.
:)
Of course, if he were Val Kilmer or Russell Crowe...OR...Johnny Depp.... I might have answered....or driven over and sneak a peek! :)
*****************
PS--A couple hours later, my friend H called. It turns out that Ethan's publicist wouldn't let him make the call. So, I did not have my chance to chat with Ethan. Oh well.
1 comment:
It was great opportunity for you to meet someone famous. However, I think you were not so crazy about go and meet him. I would be curious to see an actor I like, or watched him or her in a movie. On the other hand, I do not think that meeting with any famous person will bring to me much fan. May be it would leave a good memory about someone I met in my life that no other my friends had chance to do. I think if I meet someone famous in my life, it just gives me a feeling such a visiting a museum, or going to places where something great happen before. I believe that such meetings represent nothing to me for the reason that that person does not care at all about who I am and how I live. Instead, he or she just will feed owns ego, which I do not mine. I do not pretend for something great, but I think I would be bored. Plus, I do not want to be disappointed, because actors are different in their real lives. Thus, in a movie they play role and I remember them like a person from a movie. However, my feelings about meeting a great actor could be changed, because I have never met anybody such a famous. Or, not! Once, I met my husband’s boss who is very good in economic and everyone knows him except me. I cannot give you his name for the reason that I forgot and my husband, busy working, cannot receive my call. By the way, I hope you get well :>)
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