Stamos was in town to perform with the Beach Boys last night at the Von Braun Civic Center.
It’s not often that celebrities come into town that get the 35+ crowd in a tiz.
So I had to go to Atlanta Bread Company to interview a man for a http://www.rocketcitymom.com article, and I’m kicking myself for not saying, “Hey…Why not let’s meet at the Westin.” That’s where Stamos was allegedly staying.
I got all of this Stamos info from FB posts. My friend, FM, went to the concert. One friend posted a picture of JS, standing by her hubs.
Another friend posted that JS Tweeted that he was hanging out by some “Alabama Stream.” How quaint. But I highly suspect that the alleged stream was either the man-made canal at Bridge Street—outside of the Westin—or the man-made canal outside of the VBCC, where the guys performed. I doubt that they drove JS somewhere outside of town prior to his concert.
So I decided that all I needed to set my writing career a-blast is to have a celebrity endorsement.
Therefore, I went to the Westin to seek Stamos.
I can just see it… I give JS my business card. He downloads my short story, The Buried House, from Smashwords. He reads it on his flight back to wherever celebs go. “Brilliant! Brilliant!!” He tells his people, it becomes a Lifetime movie, and yada-yada, I’ve arrived! Published and proud.
So after my interview, Princess Buttercup and I schlep it on over to the Westin. But what would I say if I saw the guy? Would I address him as John? Mr. Stamos? Uncle Jessie? Or just Jess?
I think I finally spotted JS, talking on his phone and cleverly disguised as a geek. Yep. That was definitely him. I mean, what a great disguise…in Huntsville, engineers are like bunnies. They’re everywhere, so the geek get-up would definitely blend.
Yep, I’m sure it was him. He was wearing black-rimmed glasses, a baseball cap, a t-shirt, and was talking on his phone.
By that time, I was too tired to take the trouble to introduce myself. Instead, Princess Buttercup and I went to Chick-Fil-A. Celebrity-chasing is hard work.
P.S. The Banana Republic cashier said that one of his waitress friends served Stamos soup last night. Woot-woot! I got the scoop!
P.P.S. Thanks to Princess Buttercup for her photography skills. I couldn’t not have taken these silly shots without her!