In my life and career I have met almost every country music artist and partied with most of them. However, for whatever reason I have an uncanny knack of meeting celebrities in elevators.
Once in New York at the Plaza Hotel I was headed out for some shopping. I got in an empty elevator on the fifth floor and started down. It stopped one floor below me and in walks Jerry Springer. Just me and Jerry, watching the numbers. I said nothing to him, because truly I wanted to strangle him for what he's done to television. At the bottom, as I exited, I did finally say "have a nice day."
On another occasion at a hotel in Kansas City, I was walking down the hall toward the elevators when a door opened behind me and I began hearing music from a boom box. Then I heard a somewhat familiar voice singing along to the tape. I didn't want to seem rude by turning around, so I continued toward the elevator and pushed the button. The singing continued, but still I didn't look. When the 'vator finally arrived, I got in and turned around. Rod Stewart, Rachel Hunter and Rod's manager stepped in. They were heading out to find dinner before his concert that night, and struck up a conversation with me about where they should go. I told them where I was headed, but I'm not sure if they took my advice.
I did NOT ask him about the stomach pump story.
I knew they were staying in the room next to me, so later in the evening when I knew Rod would be on stage, I went next door and knocked lightly. Long story short, Rachel and I made sweet, sweet love until the early morning hours.* I can't believe I've finally told someone this story... it's such a relief to have it off my chest.
* It COULD have happened. Shut up.