July 19, 2007
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In order to get back to D.C. at the end of the summer, Jeanette and I are taking a route that is, shall we say, rather out of the way. There are scenic routes, and then there's this. This involves taking nearly three weeks to go to through L.A., Austin, New Orleans, and Atlanta on our way back to D.C. The straight shot takes only four days.
A lesser man might be satisfied with such a four-day trip. But I always have to pack my drives chock full of stuff to see. Things like National Parks, the World's Only Corn Palace, literally Plague-Ridden areas, giant crosses that would inspire even baby Hey Zeus, giant statues of former Presidents, Democrat-only casinos, and the other Beverly Hills (the one in Nevada). And so it is that we shall come to pass through the City of Angels.
We started talking last night about what we'd like to do while we're there. I was thinking we'd go to the beach, shop at ridiculous stores, maybe go to Disneyland. What does Jeanette want to do? She "want[s] to a see a celebrity."
A celebrity, eh? Okay, I guess that's not so unlikely. I ask her what she would do if she saw a celebrity? "I don't know. Depends on who it is. If it was someone nice and down to earth, I might go tell them I liked their movies. Like Tom Hanks."
Yeah, I'm sure that would make him very happy. No, wait. Tom Hanks needs another fan to accost him like he needs a tattoo of a midget on his face. I asked Jeanette who else she'd like to see. By now she's clearly detecting the condescension in my voice. "I don't know. It might be funny. Like if we saw Pauly Shore, that would be funny, right?"
Well... I guess he qualifies as a celebrity. And yeah, I guess that would be pretty funny.
"It would be really funny if we were walking down the street and then just, 'Hey, there's Pauly Shore!' That would be funny." Then she continued. "Oh, and Paris Hilton. That would be a good sighting because she'd probably have her nipple out, or her underwear showing or something."
Then I laughed. And hence we eventually boiled this topic down to the essence of celebrity culture. We can respect them for their accomplishments, or laugh at their comedy. But in the end, all we really care about are the nipple slips.
Posted at July 19, 2007 6:27 AM | Comments (5)
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look at you, taking my comments entirely out of context for a blog post. for shame. i never said anything about nipple slips. that was all you, exaggerating on the "paris hilton panty-flashing" point.
it's not like i want to play paparazzi for three days and do nothing but witch-hunt celebrities. i totally want to go to the beach, shop at ridiculous stores, and go to disneyland. i just wouldn't mind seeing a celebrity whilst doing so.
and, i still think tom hanks would be nice and gracious and appreciative, if it were in the right situation.
Posted by: jeanette at July 19, 2007 1:11 PM
I distinctly remember you mentioning something about her nipples.
Posted by: Barzelay at July 19, 2007 5:32 PM
no, i mentioned something about her panties. you then turned the conversation to nipples.
Posted by: jeanette at July 19, 2007 10:23 PM
Everybody sing along now!
"You say panties. And I say nipples. Let's call the whole thing parts-of-celebrities-the-public-shouldn't-see!"
Posted by: Ben at July 20, 2007 7:13 AM
When are you folks going to be in LA? Perhaps I'll be home then with Aaron. I totally know where the Paris Hilton panty/nipple exhibition is.
Posted by: Emily at July 20, 2007 3:04 PM
