I Hang With Famous People

Posted on September 26th, 2008 by admin

Yeah that’s right. I chill with the upper echelon. Party with the beautiful people.

Kidding.

Ever since moving to Houston I’ve been on the look out for famous people. Famous people live here. OK, maybe not in my area, but in the same city. You will be the first to know if I spot any celebs. It probably will never happen as I’m sure that to spot the beautiful people you have to go where the beautiful people go. I don’t really do fancy restaurants and clubs. Or spas. Or Ferrari dealerships.

Anyway…I did get my picture taken with a famous person a couple of years ago. At one of our college hockey games I won 4 tickets to the hockey playoffs that were going to be held in Detroit. I also won a two night stay at a fancy schmancy hotel. T, T’s Dad, Big A, and myself went. And I honestly don’t even remember how well our team did. All I know is that we were able to have a fun weekend, watch some college hockey, and stay in a hotel.

Speaking of that hotel…that just reminded me of two separate incidents that occurred on that little mini-vaca. Those two things involve a pillow and a skanky restroom. We will come back to that on a rainy day.

While we were staying at the hotel for the hockey championships, there was also a WWE event (wrestling) happening at a venue next to the hotel. We got wind that the wrestlers were staying in the hotel. I’m sure it was teeming with famous people but we only spotted one. WWE hottie, John Cena!!!

Truthfully, I’m not a fan of WWE. It’s fake and ridiculous and very soap opera. T has a couple cousins who fanatical about WWE. They know everyones names and their signature moves and everything else. Before meeting John Cena I don’t really remember if I even knew who he was. I think I had heard about him from T’s cousins.

We stayed up really really late and hung out in the lobby of the hotel to see if we could spot any celebs. And in walked John Cena and a couple other dudes who looked like body guards or something. But why does a pro wrestler need a body guard. Anyway…after some poking and prodding from the boys who were too chicken to go say hi-I went and said HI! I was nervous, but really wanted a picture. How often do you spot someone famous?

This is how it went down:

“Hi. Are you John Cena?” That’s an idiotic question.

“That’s what they call me.” Wow-now I feel really dumb.

“Would it be OK if I got a picture with you?” *Handing camera to posse dude.

“Sure” *Posse dude takes cheesy picture.

“OK, thanks! So nice to meet you.” *He probably thought that I was a big fan. Not really. He was just a super babe.

Not really as exciting as I had been hoping for my first celebrity encounter.

He was kind of a jerk, but I’m sure he was tired from doing a wrestling show earlier that evening. And banging hoes and shooting roids. And writing rap songs. Yeah, he’s a wannabe rapper too. He was also in a really cheesy movie.

Suddenly after our encounter something changed. I became the world’s biggest John Cena fan. Chiseled muscles will do that to a girl.