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.
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I've only met low-level celebs: Charo, Don Ho, Sarah "Fergie" Ferguson.
I went to a Rod Stewart concert once...years ago. The stage was set up with huge speakers on either side of the stage (which he would jump on top of and sing). Well, during the middle of "Do you think I'm sexy", I climbed up the speaker on the right side of the stage. I was about 7 feet off the ground, and reaching up to touch his leg. (I just wanted to touch him...well what do you expect from a teenage girl?)Anyway, I reached up and touched his leg, and the security had rushed over and reached up and pulled my leg. I came down fast (luckily into the arms of several guys standing right below me). Well, that is my brush with Rod :)
Hey Dave - Hope your Sundays get better and things work out for whatever is best for you.
Hoo boy. "Dave goes deep!" (in his imagination).
Listen, Rod Stewart wasn't named Rod for nothin.
So the wild sexual escapades in your memoirs are true? Hmm, and I thought they were made up...
Cripes I do hate to upstage you Dave(lie), but I actually enjoyed chips and dip from the same bowl as Rod while sitting on a couch next to one another at a chic house party in upper Manhattan one cool "almost" New Year's Eve (complete truth). Had to be around '78 or so. Later we danced and sang a duet for the others, we kissed, we hugged (lies, all lies), but I drew the line when he wanted to show me why they call him "Rod" (lie - dammit).
I've also talked to Liberace and Herve Villachaiz on the phone - but I think your Jerry Springer meet tops both of those little adventures.
When I worked at Harrods I saw the back of Princess Diana's head once. I also saw Chrissie Hynde up close while she was buying jewelery at the Swarovski booth next to mine. She's about as used up looking as you'd expect.
While I've been with Mr. Scoop, I've gotten to shake hands with The Darkness, chat comic books with the guitarist of Finger 11 and I spilled a beer next to The Offspring.
But, I think you're elevator story tops it all.
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