Celebrity Sighting -- Part One

There I was, at a local nightclub deep in suburbia, twenty miles from Hollywood. It was late and the joint was packed. Suddenly, a friend nudges me and jerks her head toward the end of the bar.

“Look,” she says. “It’s him.”

“Where?” I say, craning my neck. (We’ve heard rumors that he frequents the place during the week.)

“There,” she says. “Next to the brunette.”

Finally, I pick out the man she’s referring to. Yep, it’s him all right. Wow, I think, he looks so different in person.

Minutes later, I sense a wave of movement in the crowd, and I see he’s making his way towards my end of the bar. Just behind me, he stops to say hello to an acquaintance of mine, and I swivel to face him.

“I would never have recognized you,” I tell him.

He smiles but doesn’t say much and eventually moves on.

As he walks away, I put my finger on it. Turns out, I’ve never seen Cliff Clavin* out of uniform before.

Hey, I said I was in deep suburbia. You were expecting Brad Pitt?


Diet update: Yep, it's Monday. Back to square one.


*the mailman on Cheers