Penny for my thoughts

Reading the post about Geoffy and me made me think about another "Brush with fame" I once had.

This also took place at my once and former place of employment. I was working at this point in an office. My duties took me to one of the departments. A guy I worked with managed one of the departments and I went down to speak to him about something.

So I get down to the first floor and I am looking around for Harvey (the guy I was supposed to speak to) and I can't find him anywhere.I turn around and coming around the corner at was the woman below.......


Unfortunately she wasn't wearing the outfit above. She was wearing a skin tight whit mini dress. This was the only time in my young life that I have felt like I was living a beer commercial. This goddess of a woman (standing six foot tall at least in her heels, and smoking hot) was walking towards me. Looking right at me, come hither look in her eyes. I am pretty damn sure that "Dream Weaver" was playing somewhere in the background. If she had an icy cold St. Pauli girl in her hand at that moment, life would have been perfect.

While Penny (as I later found out to be her name) and I were sharing our moment, thinking about our life together, our kids and all of the heroic, acrobatic, mind bending earth shattering sex that we were going to be sharing shortly, I got jabbed in the ribs.

Like a mental patient on a thorazine high,I blankly looked to my left and down.It was Harvey. Short, rough on the eyes, straight to the point to a fault Harvey. The little bastard who was getting in the way of my moment with Penny said "She's not looking for you big guy." I'm guessing that he had noticed the deer in the headlights look that had on my face and the copious amount of drool accumulating at my feet.I said "wha......?" as I had been so rudely snapped out of my daze. He then said "she's with him......."




That's right. Rod! The Stew-man! Mr. Ifyouwantmybodyandyouthinkimsexy himself. Standing there right behind me....waiting to steal my woman! Not only was the dude standing there, but he was dressed like Rod Stewart. The pic above does not do justice to how he looked. I always figured that stars like to go sort of incognito to places. They don't want to be recognized. Claire Danes used to come in with sunglasses and a hat. Same with others. Not Rod. Dud is too cool for school. He was dressed in white leather cowboy boots, white leather pants, a big white rockstar puffy shirt, the hair spiked up and the "Rod Stewart" sunglasses on. Amazing.

I guess in conclusion, I really don't have to much to write about right now. I just thought that was a funny story. No lessons to be learned from Rod, no wise words that made me think. Just the fact that rockstars get really hot chicks. I wish Rod had something like that to me. "You know....we rock stars....we f#%k the world differently"

Later