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It's Christmas Eve, and the fifth night of Hannukah...almost. The "holiday season". Today, the "Magic" wasn't about the holidays though.
"Oh hey, he's here again". Sitting outside a local cafe, I looked up. The "he" being referred to was Kelsey Grammer. Somebody I will always remember as Dr. Frasier Crane.
With it’s spot on timing, quick wit, and Ivy League vocabulary, Frasier will remain forever, fantastic. The uncanny ability to cause laughter from a simple raising of one’s eyebrow, is nothing less than…well…magic. ;) Though the characters themselves had OCD beyond many of our wildest dreams, it was somehow endearing, and wildly addictive. The charm in the series was, and remains, one of a kind. FYI: I happen to be exceedingly picky in what I would refer to as “funny”.
Two weeks ago, out of the tiniest corner of my eye, I noticed a side view of him. When your out about town, and you see “somebody” even if you don’t know exactly who he or she is, there’s that sparkle, the energy that surrounds him or her? Something, right? For me, it’s a tingle in my tummy. After hearing various rumors about his possible personality, I’m ashamed to say the idea of seeing him was preposterous, he probably hired people to do everything right? Wrong! Twice more that same day, we had Kelsey sightings. Holy smokestacks…REALLY???
So then, today, after hearing the hushed “Oh hey”, I decided what the hell. I set my coffee down, and went into the shop he’d gone into. Shaking. As luck would have it, he’d put his head down, glasses on, and was obviously looking to NOT be interrupted. Hi though, remember? This is me here!
In my very small voice, in a language I can only hope was English, I went right up and said “Pardon me, Mr.Grammer”? For a split second I felt disheveled and completely blank as to who I was, where I was, and whose feet I might have been standing on… He looked down, oh yes, he is THAT tall, and when he saw me, ( cartwheels, cartwheels, cartwheels) he smiled! I died. He said something polite, “Yes, hello…” Oh my heavens, somehow, a light must have shone down on me because suddenly, I had balls. I put my hand straight out to shake his, and introduced myself, calmly, rationally, yet still soft spoken. And he was SOOOO nice! After telling him I’d always adored watching Frasier, in just a couple of sentences, he actually thanked me for taking the time to stop him and say hi!
Ok, yes, he has a new show out, he wants to look good, he has to protect his image…oh bologna. Sometimes you just know right? This man was sincerely being nice to me. Kind even, and not in a creepy I want your body way. Genuinely smiling, and I was out of my mind stoked!
Walking briskly so as not to actually be bouncing until I was out of sight, I got to the door…almost. I grabbed a business card, and ran back over…this time, a bit out of breath, and told him I make custom jewelry, and after “gifting” so many piece’s to who knows where, I’d be more than happy to make something for him, as of course, he played one of my most favorite characters, and turned out to be a really delightful man.
TO DO LIST:
GET NEW BUSINESS CARDS.
PUT WARDROBE ON THEM.
ADD MENS CUSTOM PHOTO’S TO WEBSITE.
BREATHE.
LEARN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE…AGAIN.
There is an enchantment about Hollywood. Being made to feel stupid, or intrusive or un-welcome upon meeting a celebrity whom you adore, is embarrassing, annoying, and humiliating I’d imagine. Having the opposite experience, especially with somebody whose reputation your uncertain of… Now THAT is the real “Magic of Hollywood”. A tip to anybody reading this…be nice, it doesn’t always hurt. And to Mr.Grammer, if ever you do cross this posting, I thank you quite kindly for being such a gentleman.
Merry Merry Christmas Cherry, and Happy Fifth Night of Lights...(although now it's far past midnight, and so closing in on the sixth)
Quite Kindly, Mell
