The first guest post of the week comes to you from none other than Surferwife who has one name like Cher and Madonna. A good friend and fellow blogger, Natalie, directed me to the Surferwife's blog to read the very post she'll be sharing with you today. You see, the Surferwife has met many celebrities over the years. Every Friday, she shares the dirty details in a weekly feature called Happy Hour and a Celebrity Encounter. She even ranks them with a super fancy Margarita Barometer. We've since bonded over our love of Hollywood and our favorite kitty cat, Chelsea Handler.
Hi friends of hotpants™. I see you looking around here anxiously awaiting The Talk of Tinseltown. I love it, you love it and it will be sincerely missed as we all live in the dark about the goings on in Hollywood this week. So, Ms. Hollywood herself asked me to fill in with some celebrity dish.
Knowing how much she loves Adam Sandler, I have offered up my Happy Hour and a Celebrity Encounter of Adam.
Alright. Some readers have expressed their opinion that I have been 'holding out' on them with my Adam Sandler encounter. And in a way, I suppose I have. But, I didn't have a whole lot of interaction with him. I didn't wait on him. I was managing the restaurant that night and it was busy so I didn't get much face time with the funny man. Don't fret, my friends. I WAS there. I DID talk to him. And I DRILLED his server later for details.
It was a busy weekend night and I was knocked up with my first kid. But not all super beached whale yet so I am going to guess this was late 2001, as I didn't get all blimpy until 2002. It was one of those nights that was super hectic and every person working was buzzing around the restaurant at top speed to keep the tables turning.
There was no phone call announcing Mr. Sandler's arrival, but the moment he appeared the buzz of the restaurant went up a bazillion notches. Even the patrons waiting outside for their table got all freaked out hoping for some Happy Gilmore impersonations. If I had a buck for every person who asked me 'if that was Adam Sandler over there', I could have retired.
Now, forgive me. We are going to have to chalk this up to baby Jason eating my brain and running around the restaurant like a headless chicken to make sure everything was running smoothly, but I don't remember a whole lot of detail. I think he was with his wife and two other people. I don't believe he had to wait more than 5 minutes for a table that was typically over an hour wait. And I have no clue what he ate or how long he even stayed.
I do know he was the nicest man alive. Anytime I looked over at his table, he was smiling and talking with his server, other guests and signing autographs. He never once looked agitated, displeased or put out. He genuinely seemed to enjoy everyone and everything.
Toward the end of his meal, I made my way over to ask how everything was and he looked me straight in the eyes with his goofball smile and told me how great the food and waitstaff was. He raved about what cool servers we had and thanked me profusely.
Seriously, I had to be like the 100th stranger he was forced to talk to and he wasn't phased a second. After he left, his server was in LaLa Land for the rest of the night. He told us that Adam was the coolest, most down to earth guy and was super funny and cracking jokes with him the whole time. And of course threw down a fat tip.
Could the guy get any less than 5 whopping margaritas on my barometer? No way. He was a breath of fresh air and I am just sad I didn't get to interact with him more. I'm also sad that I don't have more details on him for you which is why I didn't offer this one up until now.
I hope you got your celeb fix for the day. Thanks to hotpants™ for letting me take over her fab blog.