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Toronto gets overwhelmed every year during the Film Fest, which always makes for good celeb spotting and stories...
Sadly... I am not one that has good stories, only "stupid mary" stories. So here goes.
Elbowed Jack Nicholson in the back of his head pushing back from my table. He's a drinker, and wasn't too happy that his scotch spilled down his suit. "Oh, my gawd, Mr Nicholson, I'm so sorry!"
Met Steve Buschemi at a bar while I was waiting for friends. Chatted with him a while... not quite realizing who he was, but knowing he looked familiar. Then, it hit me and the only thing that came out of my mouth was "Hey! You're Mr. Pink!"
Ahh, not my finer moments. Brushes with greatness they were not.
M.
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