Went to meet George Lucas Last week. We were at the wrong venue & had to switch. When we got to the new venue we found a nice spot to set up. While I was re-prepping everything he came up the stairs. By the time I got over to where he was, he was done & ushered away!
He was there way early & we thought we had plenty of time. Boy was I wrong!
This is a huge one.
I'll preface this with the thought that the highest three levels of Celestial Divinity are as follows-
It's irrefutable. So, on the day of my 48th birthday in 09, I was riding up Madison Ave with a co-worker and both of us needed some porcelain assistance soon.
I tell my friend he's in for a rare treat- I'm going to take him to The Carlyle Hotel which sports Manhattan's most superb lobby bathroom and offers a lovely most fragrant soap and lotion stop, not to mention the loveliest towels. Anyway, it beats your standard Starbucks and p****** in the park...
On arrival, I see three or four fellow old folks holding Beatle albums. Of course there are only two left, so it's Paul or Ringo. Wow, it's Paul. So I tell my friend I'm going to hang around a little- let's do our business quickly and head back out. We enjoyed the amenities, went out the revolving door and as I revolved, I looked behind me to find Paul McCartney, lifelong hero, revolving with me. He lingered for a minute with the old folk, I very wittily said, 'hey man' and got a very familiar 'howareya' in return. So there I am, standing next to Paul McCartney for almost a minute, the whole time he was there. I'm telling my partner to snap a picture, he looks bewildered and off Paul goes to soundcheck with Ringo at Radio City.
Why didn't my partner snap a picture? He didn't have a memory card in his phone. Me? I'm not big on asking for sigs even though I collect them, so I came away from a one time ever meeting with a man once removed from God Almighty himself, a lifelong hero, a guy I've paid thru the nose to see play up close and I came away with nothing but the lovely smell of my hands.
I can't find one picture of this exit online anywhere, but you have to take my word that I'm standing right next to him here...
I feel really, really sorry for you...but the story is awesome :)
Thanks, AB. I'll always have the story...
I was about ten years old and helped my friend on his milkround one day,he picked me up,and we delivered all over the place, we went to a massive house in Plumpton, East Sussex, England, i knew the house as i used to break in to the gardens and ponds, with my dog on long walks, for fun we would walk around the house ,for the most , no one was ever home,, So the day that we went there, i was worried id be recognized, so i ran to the door, knocked on the door, left the milk, and ran back to the milkfloat. This was about 1977 buy the way !! and i didnt know whos house it was,, when i got back to the float, i heard a guy behind me say "cheers" and my friend said "cheers Jimmy" back to him, i was just glad to get out of there. My friend said to me "thats the guy from Led Zepplin" and i said "who are they" damit, damit, damit !!
I've got a couple missed opportunities, but a few weeks ago, a friend of mine that works for the Orioles was driving around Earl Weaver, at Ed Smith Stadium, in a golf cart. She's pulls up to me and my wife and says "I was hoping a saw you about 5 minutes ago because I would have stopped my cart, and had Earl sign for you". Oh well, at least I’ve got his auto on a limited press Topps baseball card, but it would have been cool to meet Earl. I hope he's still around next spring and maybe I’ll get a 2nd chance.
Its story from the times, when it did not even come to my mind to ask for signature, maybe 7 years ago? In Prague used to be a legendary music shop - vinyls, CDs, bootlegs, posters, fantastic things. I was used to go there regularly and during one of my "visits" there, I noticed that owner of the shop came with guy who reminded me someone. I just asked myslef "oh my god, who is it?!" - and I knew, that its someone who I know... I looked at him and sadly - I didnt get the answer. Then I left. When I got home, I saw the sites of the shop and then I got it.... Just 15 minutes later after I left, Carl Palmer from Emerson Lake and Palmer made an autograph session there and it was him! I did not recognize him.... what a shame for me.
When I was very young I was on vacation in Wildwood, New Jersey with my family and Sugar Ray Leonard was staying at the same hotel. I took a photo with him on the pool patio but I didn’t have anything for him to sign so I ran to the hotel lobby and asked for a scrap piece of paper. By the time I returned to the pool patio he was gone.
The next day I was in the hotel arcade and he walked in with his entourage and began playing pool. I didn’t want to bother him. At least I still have the photo.