Last week I was visiting family in Los Angeles and, unfortunately, my failure followed me across the country. I did not achieve the one goal I had for myself during my trip — to see a major celebrity. I have no idea as to how I walked around LA for seven whole days and did not see one famous person. I did, however, come very close but JUST missed a few.
Our first evening there, we took a stroll along the Hollywood Walk of Fame. We just happened to be there during the premiere of the film Hobbs & Shaw, starring The Rock, which was being shown at the Dolby Theater. The only problem was The Rock and the rest of the stars from the movie were already inside when we got there. We missed them walking in by maybe an hour. I tried to piggyback on this missed opportunity by posting this photo on Instagram and giving a shout-out the The Rock:
But he ignored me.
Later in the week we went to Disneyland. I stood in line to meet celebs such as Chewbacca, who gave me a big hug and made me feel warm and safe and happy, and Darth Vader. Vader was terrifying. The dude was freaking huge. Before our photo op, he zeroed in on me, got up real close and personal, and asked me where I was hiding the rebel scum. He said he could tell I knew because he sensed that “the anxiety levels are high in this one.” Vader, tell me something I don’t know.
On our last night, we went to this really cool outdoor screening of the film Rear Window, which was projected onto a building in the middle of the Hollywood Forever Cemetery. I walked by Mel Blanc’s grave, but I’m not really sure that counts as spotting a celebrity.
I was rushing to get a spot on the lawn while the rest of the family lagged behind, and when they caught up with me, they said they spotted some woman who was all dressed up and looked like Grace Kelly. They said they didn’t know who she was, but she definitely looked like a celebrity. I was all, yeah, whatever, it’s probably just some rando who’s into Grace Kelly.
Well, it turns out it wasn’t a rando. As I was rushing to sit on the grass for two hours to wait for the movie to start, the rest of my family was looking straight at Oscar-winner BRIE LARSON, aka Captain Marvel.
However, right before the movie started, an actual bonafide celebrity provided the introduction. Peter Bogdanovich made a surprise appearance. For those who don’t know, he directed The Last Picture Show and Paper Moon. He was also a good friend of Alfred Hitchcock and shared some pretty hilarious yet very sweary stories about him. It was cool to hear him talk, but I’d have rather, you know, seen Brie Larson.
It turns out I am star-crossed in the most real sense of the word.