I just met Jim McGreevey.
Matt and I were having dinner with my parents at a restaurant on 16th Street. While waiting for our coats at the coat check, I saw a table of about ten people and immediately recognized my former governor (a.k.a. formerly my boss’s boss’s boss’s boss). I leave most famous people alone, but I couldn’t this time, so I went up to him and said, “Excuse me, are you Jim McGreevey?” He said yes. He stood up and smiled and shook my hand and we talked for about a minute. I told him that I’m an employee of the State of New Jersey. He asked me what department I work in, etc. I wish I could have worked something into the conversation about how I, too, am a gay American, but there was no good segue.
Ah well.
HOW NEAT!!!
I live near Los Angeles and go to L.A. about once a month and never see any stars or remotely famous… or remotely famous I could identify.
yeah…well i mean i think he already showed us that working “i am a gay american” into any conversation…it just never works :)
Mike, all you have to do is hang out at “Book Soup” on Sunset and you’ll meet all sorts of swells. Like Lambert Wilson and Julie Delpy
As for McGreevey, I hear he’s in more trouble for post-gov business finnagling.
Was he cute? (Did he flirt? Could you tell right away he was royalty?…)
Just say, “OMG, I love your shoes!” That’s code for “I’m gay.”
A.N., no, he’s not cute. I met him over the summer on Fire Island while I was slinging vodka for a fundraiser. More like Jim McSkeevey. What he did was unforgivable, and personally I think it’s just worse that he used his sexuality as a smokescreen to cover up the real disgrace behind his resignation.