(I just wanted to thank the esteemed Donkeysosa for holding things down for me last week, I hope you all enjoyed his postings. Oh yeah, I would like to point out that this is my first blog that I am writing as a college graduate, so expect really large random words that I still have no idea what they mean. The piss poor grammar will, as always, remain.)
Well I am back from Cannes, it was a pretty interesting time. What my expectations were before I left and what happened were two totally different things, but in a very good way, I think I learned more things in a week than this last year in college. While I could enthrall you all with the business lessons I have learned, I know you only care about two things: what famous people did I see and did I have sex with Scarlett Johansson?
I’ll let you guess on one of those and I will answer the other.
To be honest I don’t geek out on famous people at all. I will point them out to whomever I am with, say who they are, make a joke about them and then go back to my utterly pointless existence. Being at Cannes I ran into a large amount of them and I totally and utterly lost my shit over one… So allow me to name drop and then reveal the one person I made a total ass out of myself with.
Who I saw at Cannes, (where I could reach out and touch them):
I totally didn’t get excited about seeing any of these people until four days into the festival… when I saw…
“That dude” from the Shield.
Real Name: Walton Goggins
When I saw all the other people I didn’t even remotely have a reaction, I barely even turned my head to look at half of the people I listed but when I saw the guy from the Shield, I just exploded for some reason and screamed, “Hey that’s the dude from the Shield.”
The girls in the audience for the Ed Sullivan show when the Beatles made their first appearance in the US were more restrained than I was.
He turned around and smiled, nodding at me… Instead of trying to recover and play it semi-cool and just nodding back, I lost my shit and continued on to make an utter ass of myself by giving him “the point” and saying, “Love the show man.”
After realizing what I had done, and the fact that everyone within a block radius was looking at me, I wanted to wither away and die. But on the flip side I felt like there is no way anyone else at Cannes gave a shit about him with the likes of all the other people there. So maybe I gave him one small piece of joy, where he could tell people, “Yeah I went to Cannes and this one mongoloid that was dressed business casual totally noticed me.” Maybe I brightened his day, or maybe I would like to sell myself on that idea so I don’t feel like a complete idiot.
I hope I go to Cannes next year and run into Kadeem Hardison, well as long as he is wearing the glasses.
What “C” level celebrity would you geek out over, even if it was against your better judgment?