Celebrity Sighting...

If you know me at all, people, you know I love my celebrities. I love reading about them. I love watching them on TV. I love discussing them. I love Fridays because that means that my US Magazine arrives in the mail and I get to sit on the couch and peruse the comings and goings of my favorite stars. Even the ones I don't like, I'll educate myself on them because you never know when that useless knowledge might come in handy. I blame this character trait (trait, not flaw, mind you) on my grandmother. She, too, loves celebrities and as a young girl I remember flipping through her National Enquirer much to the chagrin of my father. Oh the life of Hollywood...so exciting. And when Hollywood crosses over into Seattle it is even more exciting.

Case in point: this afternoon as we were waiting in line at a Bellevue (basically a Seattle suburb...shhhh...don't tell anyone from Bellevue I just said that) eatery I thought I recognized the man in front of us waiting for a table. I was pretty sure it was Rob Estes. You know...Rob Estes of (the old) Melrose Place fame. You know...Rob Estes of (the new) 90210 fame. And, yes, he is just as foxy in real life...if not more. **side note** Jason just read the last line and said, "Foxy? The dad on 90210 is foxy? It used to be the Dillon on 90210 was foxy and now it is the dad that is foxy?" Jealous much?
I didn't even bother alerting Jason to my finding since he is the same person when alerted on the ferry that Grey's Anatomy was filming didn't bother getting up from his seat (but did bother to tell me later that they were filming and of course had NO details of the event). Instead I called my equally (if not more, and I say that lovingly) celebrity obsessed friend Megan to see if she knew where he lived. She said I would need to confirm this sighting with either a photo or by asking. So, after a supposed bathroom cruise-by I decided to ask the waitress. The 20-something waitress who said, "Who?" I told her that he was famous and she should go card him to find out for sure. She laughed, but in the end one of the other waitresses went and asked and the confirmation was had. Now...I didn't want to go up to him myself because A) I didn't want to bother him, B) I didn't want to admit that I was old enough to remember Melrose Place, and C) I didn't want to admit that I was as old as I am and watching the new 90210 which is basically a teenager show. In the end I did snap this paparazzi-esque photo of my celebrity. I am thinking I shouldn't quit my day job!
Now on to the real celebrities in my life. This year we are going to teach the girls to ski so we headed over to Seattle to the ski swap. I learned a few of things about ski swapping. 1) They make me sweaty. 2) If there isn't pink everything you might have crying girls on your hands. 3) The prices of the now-a-days ski swaps aren't the prices of the ski swaps in the early '80s. 4) Using poles when not in the snow just might poke someone's eye out. 5) It better snow soon or my floors are going to marred up from all the preemptive indoor boot wearing. I just hope the novelty doesn't wear off!!!