Speaking of meeting famous people (and this is NO APRIL FOOL'S JOKE NOW) I met Bruce from the Beach Boys tonight, backstage at the show here in Charlotte.<BR>My aunt's boyfriend is, apparently pretty goods friends with him (he is in California a lot) and they got us backstage passes. <BR>I didn't recognize any of the Beach Boys!<BR>This sweet older guy in a baseball cap came over to me, while I was sitting on the couch, sipping my beer, trying to button up my shirt the right way, and said, "get off your butt and go get some food in there."<BR>I said, "got more beer?"<BR>He said, "yes, babe."<BR>I said, "thank you, sweetie."<BR>I went in, got my beer, checked myself out in the mirror, almost tripped over the person who turned out to be the drummer, and went back to sit on the couch. <BR>Then the sweet older man crouched in front of me and said, "Honey, you are so lucky, you have your whole life ahead of you. You're going to have so much fun."<BR>I beamed. I though, here is this sweet little old guy, and he's being so nice!<BR>Then my aunt's boyfriend walked by and said, "oh, were you just talking to Bruce? He's one of the founding members of the Beach Boys!"<BR>Needless to say, I barely missed spilling my beer all over myself!!! How very <I>cool</I> of me...NOT!!!<BR>Guess I should refine the celebrity-meeting technique.
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