Sometimes I think I am destined not to ever meet a real celebrity. I don't mean a good celebrity either, I just mean a celebrity. I'm not picky. Sure, I'd love a photo op with Dame Judi Dench, but I'd settle for Courtney Love if I saw her. Even with these low standards though, I've had no luck. Every year I go to Sundance hoping for a celebrity sighting, and every year I return unsuccessful. This year I even got in to a few industry parties. No luck.
A friend of mine met Lindsay Lohan at Forever 21 in Orem once (this was while she was in rehab in Utah). The closest thing I have to a celebrity encounter? Shaking Ambassador Greta Morris's hand at a 4th of July party in the Marshall Islands. Classy.
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Well I guess you didn't know that I took Driver's Ed with Donny Osmond's son, Don. What's-her-face volleyball coach Bills(!) kept calling him Donny and everytime he'd say obstinately, "IT'S DON!"
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